Chapter 354: Mastering the Lei Di

How many years have you sat in contemplation?

Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

Lang Huan is truly naively adorable.

Doesn't she know there are beings in this world called cheat-biases?

And unfortunately, Jun Xiaoyao is the cheat-bias among cheat-biases.

Jun Xiaoyao did not answer, but sat down directly and began his contemplation.

"Young Master Jun, you're not seriously planning to stay in this Burial Realm for years, are you? I don't want to!"

"Besides, there isn't even a comfortable bed in this cave—how am I supposed to do it?"

Jun Xiaoyao ignored Lang Huan's teasing words and sank into contemplation.

The thunder runes on the cave walls seemed to peel off, flashing one by one before his eyes.

For an ordinary person, remembering even one rune is difficult.

But Jun Xiaoyao, since childhood, had honed his soul with the Chaos Divine Mill Visualization Method; his soul force far surpassed that of peers at the same level.

Not to mention he possessed three primordial spirits.

In contemplation, the consumption of soul force was nearly negligible.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao lost in contemplation, Lang Huan pouted.

She did not disturb him, but sat down herself and attempted to contemplate.

Of course, mastering a great divine technique is by no means simple.

Even some prodigies cannot fully enter its depths without years of effort.

Lang Huan did not expect to fully comprehend it—she could only try her best to understand.

While Jun Xiaoyao contemplated the Lei Di's Great Divine Technique, on another front, Chu Tianba continued deeper into the Burial Realm.

Along the way, Chu Tianba scorned all opportunities—he now had only one goal: to find the Pool of All Life's Reincarnation.

"The Pool of All Life's Reincarnation lies deep within the Burial Realm. I cannot reach it by my own strength," Chu Tianba's eyes gleamed.

He raised his hand and summoned a pitch-black great bell, which surrounded his body as he shot into the Burial Realm.

All dangers along the way were unable to stop Chu Tianba.

That pitch-black great bell obliterated every obstacle ahead.

"That looks like… the Pretender Emperor Artifact of the Ghost King's Palace—the Soul-Searing Bell."

Chu Tianba's image was also projected outward.

Upon seeing that pitch-black great bell, all beings of the Burial Soil were utterly astonished.

They had not expected the Ghost King's Palace to entrust this Pretender Emperor Artifact to Chu Tianba.

Moreover, Chu Tianba showed no interest in the opportunities near the Burial Realm's periphery—he headed straight for its depths.

"Could it be… Chu Tianba is seeking the legendary Pool of All Life's Reincarnation said to lie within the Graveyard of Ten Thousand Spirits?"

"The Ghost King's Palace has such a scheme—but that place is extremely dangerous. Even with a Pretender Emperor Artifact guarding him, one misstep could mean death."

"Fortune comes with risk, but I've heard that deep within the Graveyard of Ten Thousand Spirits, there is said to be a tombkeeper…"

Chu Tianba's actions had completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

And clearly, this was not merely Chu Tianba's personal act—it was a scheme orchestrated by the Ghost King's Palace behind the scenes.

"Is your goal…?" The Ghost Masked Burial Empress gazed deeply at the Tianming Burial Empress.

"Hehe…" The Tianming Burial Empress smiled, saying nothing.

The Burial Realm has been sealed for so long—it is time to see the light again.

As Chu Tianba gradually penetrated deeper into the Burial Realm…

Inside the cave, Jun Xiaoyao still contemplated.

One day had passed since he began his contemplation.

At one moment, Jun Xiaoyao opened his eyes, and faint lightning flickered within them.

He rose, letting out a faint sigh.

Lang Huan, hearing the sound, also opened her beautiful eyes.

She too had gained little—the Lei Di's Great Divine Technique was too complex to memorize in a day or two.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's expression, Lang Huan comforted him: "Young Master Jun, don't be discouraged. Memorizing the Lei Di's Great Divine Technique is nearly impossible, let alone comprehending it."

"Indeed, I underestimated the complexity of the Lei Di's Great Divine Technique," Jun Xiaoyao admitted honestly.

"But with Young Master Jun's talent, if you stayed for one or two months, you might gain some insight," Lang Huan said.

Jun Xiaoyao slowly raised his hand, and lightning curled around his five fingers.

Then, it condensed into miniature stars, and around Jun Xiaoyao, countless stars formed from thunder floated and sank.

Lang Huan: "???"

Jun Xiaoyao moved his fingers—the thunderous stars shot forth, lightning spreading, thunder cracking through the void.

He flipped his palm again; the lightning gathered into his palm, forming a blazing streak of thunder that pulsed with terrifying, heart-stopping energy.

"Young Master Jun, what is this…?" Lang Huan was momentarily stunned.

"The Lei Di's Great Divine Technique is indeed complex. I spent a full day and still couldn't fully comprehend it—only managed to grasp a few techniques," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, playing with the lightning in his palm.

Hearing this, Lang Huan was speechless, questioning her own existence.

"Could I have been contemplating a fake technique?" Lang Huan glanced again at the thunder runes on the wall.

They remained as complex and incomprehensible as before.

It wasn't her eyes—Jun Xiaoyao was simply too monstrous.

In one day, Jun Xiaoyao had not only fully memorized the Lei Di's Great Divine Technique but also mastered several techniques.

This could no longer be called prodigious.

It was simply… a monster!

Jun Xiaoyao ignored the stunned Lang Huan—he had memorized the entire Lei Di's Great Divine Technique, and its power had not disappointed him.

Once he fully comprehended it, the Lei Di's Great Divine Technique would undoubtedly become another of his trump cards.

But for now, he could not waste time contemplating techniques.

His primary goal in the Burial Soil remained unfulfilled.

"I didn't see any trace of the Nine Marvelous Reincarnation Immortal Grass on the Burial Realm's periphery—it must be deep within," Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Young Master Jun, you cannot enter the Burial Realm's depths lightly—even saints risk death if they're careless," Lang Huan said, her face paling.

She had not expected Jun Xiaoyao to want to go deeper into the Burial Realm.

That was no different from seeking death.

"I have means to protect myself—don't worry. You stay here and continue your contemplation," Jun Xiaoyao said.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's firm resolve, Lang Huan stopped persuading him, only warning him to be careful.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded and departed immediately.

The deeper he went into the Burial Realm, the greater the dangers became.

For example, a simple mud pit on the ground might conceal a threat capable of killing a saint.

Though prodigious, Jun Xiaoyao could not possibly be strong enough to penetrate the Burial Soil alone.

He summoned an ancient, simple armor, covered in cracked patterns, radiating an air of ancient desolation.

This ancient armor was a protective gift from Jiang Daoxu—capable of avoiding harm and disregarding all taboos.

All incomplete killing arrays and lingering curses were blocked by this armor, unable to harm Jun Xiaoyao in the slightest.

Jun Xiaoyao advanced swiftly into the Burial Soil.

The deeper he went, the stronger a strange feeling became within him.

It was a faint sense of familiarity.

Finally, before Jun Xiaoyao's eyes appeared a vast expanse of ancient tombs.

Corpses, gravestones, and burial mounds filled the land, as if it were the final slumbering place of all living beings.

The Graveyard of Ten Thousand Spirits—finally reached.

And at that moment, the system's prompt finally sounded in Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have arrived at the check-in location. Would you like to check in?"

"Check in!"