Chapter 347: The Karmic Threads of the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor, the Sacred Body and the Ancient Body, the Fateful Duel!

It is widely known that the Ten Domains of the Eternal Burial Land each have a Domain Lord.

For example, the Yinming Domain is ruled by the Burial Emperor of the Duoyu Clan.

The Shura Domain is ruled by the monarch of the Shura Demon Kingdom.

The Tianming Domain is ruled by the Tianming Burial Emperor of the Mingwangdian.

Yet among these ten domains, one is exceptionally unique.

That is the Senluo Domain.

The lords of the other domains are all rulers of immortal factions.

But the lord of the Senluo Domain is a solitary figure, with no faction whatsoever.

Most importantly, the lord of the Senluo Domain is a woman.

No one knows her true name, and she has never revealed her true face.

For her face is always covered by a ghostly mask.

Thus, the beings of the Ten Burial Domains all call her the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor.

But what most earns the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor renown is her power.

Long ago, she had already become ruler of the Senluo Domain, and no one had ever threatened her position.

Other Burial Emperors had once challenged her, only to meet gruesome deaths.

Thus, some enthusiasts ranked the ten domain lords, and the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor unquestionably held the top spot.

Even the Tianming Burial Emperor of the Mingwangdian could only rank second.

This reveals the immense prestige and status the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor holds within the Eternal Burial Land.

At this moment, within a dark palace in the Senluo Domain.

Upon a throne of white bones, the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor sat.

She wore a black gown, wrapping her tall, statuesque, flawless body.

Her skin and bones gleamed like snow, radiating a soft luminescence.

Her three thousand strands of black hair fell loosely, adding an air of mysterious, languid allure.

Though her face was masked, merely from her figure, she was undoubtedly a woman of peerless beauty, capable of toppling nations.

In some enthusiasts' rankings of beauties within the Eternal Burial Land,

the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor was the only one who never revealed her face, yet still ensnared all hearts with her aura alone.

Even Langhuan, famed as the most beautiful woman under heaven, ranked second behind her.

At this moment, the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor tapped her jade fingers against the armrest of her throne, her mind seemingly caught in a faint ripple.

For her, this was unthinkable.

Since awakening her consciousness, she had always been alone.

She had never felt loneliness, always a cold, aloof Burial Emperor looking down upon all beings.

Yet occasionally, in fragments of broken memories,

scenes had flashed past like a spinning lantern.

For instance, a silhouette of a white-robed youth, holding the hand of a little girl.

The little girl clutched a ghost mask, half-smiling, half-crying.

"Whose karmic thread is this? Mine?" murmured the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor.

Her voice was soft and beautiful, tinged with a faint huskiness, rich and magnetic.

"Why, lately, do I feel so unsettled? Is something about to happen?" The Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor was momentarily dazed.

Slowly, she raised her jade hand, cradling a sachet in her palm.

If Jun Xiaoyao were here, he would be startled to recognize.

The sachet in the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor's hand was identical to the one he had obtained in the lower realms.

And that sachet came from the relic of a ghost-faced woman upon the Spirit Altar.

"The Bianhua blooms in seven heavens, falls to become immortal after a thousand years—has my share of karma arrived? If so, the only one who could be it is the Jun family prodigy who has stirred up endless storms recently."

Beneath her mask, the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor's gaze grew distant.

Jun Xiaoyao's upheaval across the Ten Burial Domains was no secret to her.

"It seems I must go myself," whispered the Ghost-Faced Female Burial Emperor.

The entire dark palace fell silent.

…

Several days passed.

The day to enter the Burial Realm had arrived.

Countless beings of the Burial Land set out, preparing to reach the Burial Realm's edge.

Even those without the Zige to enter sought to witness the spectacle.

Jun Xiaoyao and the others also departed.

With Langhuan arranging their itinerary, Jun Xiaoyao need not worry—he only needed to wait in stillness.

The Burial Realm was the core of the Ten Burial Domains.

It bordered the Jibei region of the Tianming Domain.

That fissure lay precisely there.

It was a desolate land saturated with death energy.

The earth was crimson, not naturally formed, but as if dyed red by the blood of a great battle.

The bones of countless unknown creatures littered the land.

In truth, ordinary beings of the Burial Land dared not approach the Burial Realm without sufficient courage and strength.

And since the Burial Realm was sealed over a decade ago, this place had grown even more deserted.

But today,

this once-dead, desolate land was thronging with activity.

Numerous Burial Land factions converged here.

In the sky, bone dragons and skull birds pulled chariots.

On the ground, countless Burial Land beings arrived like swarming ants.

They came not merely to witness the spectacle of the Burial Realm.

There was a more important reason: to witness the battle between Jun Xiaoyao and the ancient body of the Mingwangdian.

This battle drew immense attention.

To some extent, it represented the clash between the strongest prodigy of the Huangtian Immortal Realm and the strongest prodigy of the Ten Burial Domains.

Naturally, it attracted all eyes.

Boom!

From the horizon came a clamor—the Young Kings had arrived.

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan, Mo Ling of the Devouring Demon Serpent Clan, Jiuyou Nao, and the Blood Demon Clan's prodigy all arrived.

Their auras had strengthened further since before.

Clearly, in this short span, they had all received some form of enhancement.

Especially Jiuyou Nao—it had not fought at the Ten Kings Banquet, so its true strength remained unknown.

Moreover, factions whose prodigies Jun Xiaoyao had slain, such as the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan and the Corpse Refining Sect, also arrived.

Their purpose was naturally to stop Jun Xiaoyao from entering the Burial Realm at all costs.

At that moment, the earth trembled violently as a towering black giant crossed the mountain ridges.

"It's the Mingwangdian 's Giant Demon Puppet—the Mingwangdian has finally arrived!"

At the sight of the black giant, the entire crowd erupted in shock.

The Mingwangdian was one of the strongest factions in the Eternal Burial Land, and its leader, the Tianming Burial Emperor, was among the realm's supreme powers.

Now, upon the Giant Demon Puppet stood a group of figures.

At its head stood a man atop the puppet's skull.

He was a muscular man, his bronze-hued skin etched with cracks, his black hair flowing wildly in the wind.

His face was rugged, his eyes revealing scenes of falling stars and dying constellations; his entire being radiated arrogance, ferocity, and sharp, unyielding brilliance.

This young, muscular man exuded an astonishing aura, an invincible might that swept across all directions.

Who else could it be but Chu Tianba?

"Finally arrived—the top of the Ten Young Kings, the Ancient Body, Chu Tianba!"

Seeing Chu Tianba's arrival, every Burial Land being erupted in excitement.

The reason was simple: Chu Tianba was the only one who might defeat Jun Xiaoyao and restore the Burial Land's honor.

"Where is the Jun family's Sacred Body?"

Chu Tianba's gaze swept the crowd, sharp as an eagle's, fierce as a wolf's, arrogant and dominant!

Seeing Chu Tianba's supreme, solitary aura, the Burial Land beings trembled with exhilaration.

The Ancient Body—eternally divine!

And as the Burial Land beings were lost in their own fervor,

a cool, teasing voice suddenly rang out:

"Just a crippled body? Are you so eager to die?"

As the voice echoed, a luxurious pavilion boat crossed the sky from afar.

A transcendent figure, like a celestial in white robes, stood upon the vast void.

Sacred Body, Tyrant Body!

Fated enemy!

Finally, we meet!