Chapter 4492: Transmigrator Benefits, A Fortuitous Encounter Specially Prepared for Lin Ming

Lin Ming's expression carried a hint of excitement.

He sensed that Jun Xiaoyao had stepped onto a passage.

That place was absolutely a trap fraught with danger, impossible to escape easily.

And this gave him time and opportunity.

"This Tomb of the Buried King is my great fortuitous encounter."

"Perhaps it can cause my Other Shore Reincarnation Eyes and even my Netherworld Saint Embryo to transform once more."

Both of his innate constitutions were related to the power of life, death, and the netherworld.

So this place was absolutely a great fortuitous encounter for him.

Originally, before he had encountered Jun Xiaoyao.

Lin Ming felt that he already counted as an existence standing at the very top among his peers.

And now, a sense of urgency arose in his heart.

Especially after seeing Chan Hongzhuang.

He urgently wanted to prove himself; at the very least he had to defeat that Ye Yu first.

And right now, this was his greatest opportunity.

Afterward, Lin Ming also continued deeper into this final layer.

Naturally, there were some perils within.

However, in Lin Ming's dual pupils.

Seemingly numerous dense runes surged forth, revolving like a vortex.

Faintly, a unique profundity of life-and-death samsara, of the Other Shore Reincarnation, permeated.

Many perilous critical points, within this pair of eyes, had nowhere to hide.

This was naturally one of Lin Ming's innate talents, the Other Shore Reincarnation Eyes.

Legend has it that the peerless powerhouses who once possessed the Other Shore Reincarnation Eyes.

With a single glance could see through life and death, grasp the creation of samsara, and display the profundities of life, death, yin, and yang.

Right now, using the Other Shore Reincarnation Eyes to clear away numerous obstacles could be said to be overkill.

Finally, after a period of time passed.

Lin Ming arrived at the depths of these eighteen layers.

Ahead, extremely vast and dense burial qi permeated.

Even with the power of laws blocking it, in this environment it was still difficult to adapt.

This is soil suitable for the Burial Master lineage's cultivation.

However, for others, the troublesome burial qi.

For Lin Ming, was not so.

He circulated the power of the Netherworld Saint Embryo.

That vast and dense burial qi, with his body as the center, converged within.

For other living beings, the burial qi akin to poison.

For Lin Ming, was like the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, able to be refined at will.

This was also the advantage brought by his constitution.

Of course, it was also related to his corresponding Nine Nether Heavenly King destiny.

All powers of death, netherworld, and darkness attributes.

For other cultivators and living beings, they pose a threat; for him, there are only benefits.

"The true fortuitous encounter lies in the deepest part..."

Lin Ming did not linger.

Not long after.

Ahead, a palace hidden within the burial qi emerged.

It appeared ancient and dilapidated, permeated with the aura of time.

And also carried a kind of eerie coldness.

"It's here..."

Lin Ming took out that bronze ancient token again.

The Burial Master lineage's inscription patterns on it lit up.

Transforming into ancient characters one by one, they suspended in the void, then fell toward the palace's main gate.

The entire main gate opened with a boom.

A vast and dense wave of dark burial qi rushed toward him.

Lin Ming's mind was vigilant, the power of laws circulating within his body.

He entered cautiously.

However, inside, there was none of the imagined peril and terror.

In the hall, only a single cold ancient coffin was placed within.

On its surface, various mysterious burial scripts faintly flowed.

Seeing this, Lin Ming's gaze focused on that ancient coffin.

"Could the Book of the Dead be inside it?" he thought secretly.

Just at this moment.

With a boom, a sound rang out.

That ancient coffin, which seemed to have lain silent for countless ages.

Now began to tremble violently.

Then it rang with a loud clang!

The coffin lid, carved with numerous funerary inscriptions, suddenly swung open.

A dense black funerary aura surged and spread out from within, instantly filling the entire space.

And within that rolling funerary aura.

A tall figure stood upright, then took a step forward.

When this figure appeared, the whole space seemed to exude a gloomy killing intent, chilling and bone-piercingly cold.

Even someone as strong as Lin Ming, who also possessed a talent unafraid of dark and netherworldly attributes,

yet at this moment, his heart and spirit shuddered, feeling a chill from head to toe.

The figure within the funerary aura also emerged into view.

This was a tall middle-aged man, with sunken cheeks.

He wore black garments, very loose, and atop his head sat a white bone crown.

His attire was extremely ancient, as if from ages long past.

Moreover, even in the vast starry sky, such garments are exceedingly rare, embroidered with various scenes of the Yellow Springs netherworld, the Eighteen Hells, and the like.

Upon seeing this figure, Lin Ming's breath also caught slightly.

This figure should be the tomb's owner here, the Burial King of the Burial Scholar lineage.

However, Lin Ming could sense that although the aura emanating from this figure was also extremely powerful,

it absolutely could not compare to that of a true near-divine-level being.

Moreover, he could not detect any aura of the Emperor Dao's origin.

It seemed more like an empty shell.

"Could it be merely a remnant soul dwelling within a fleshly body?"

Lin Ming guessed in his heart.

But regardless, even if it were merely a fleshly body hosting a remnant soul,

it was at least once a near-divine-level powerhouse.

Lin Ming also dared not be the slightest bit careless.

He merely cupped his hands slightly, his tone carrying a sense of respect.

"I pay my respects, Senior. This junior has rashly come to this tomb, disturbing you; I beg your forgiveness."

Lin Ming first extended goodwill.

Although in his previous life he had not read many novels or storybooks,

he also understood that this place was fated with him.

If he conducted himself with a bit more reverence, he might well obtain this place's opportunity smoothly.

And that tall figure stood within the misty funerary aura, majestic and upright.

The hollow gaze seemed to fall upon Lin Ming.

After a long while, a divine sense, carrying an ancient and weathered meaning, transmitted forth.

"The Other Shore Samsara Eye, the Netherworld Sacred Embryo."

"I never expected to encounter one so perfectly matched..."

This ancient divine sense was obviously a remnant thought left by that Burial King.

And upon hearing this, Lin Ming felt delighted in his heart.

Indeed, he had guessed correctly.

This was the opportunity prepared especially for him.

But on the surface, Lin Ming still cupped his hands respectfully and said.

"This junior comes from the Nine Nether Divine Palace, having come here to seek opportunity."

"Although I do not know what karma Senior has endured."

"But if there is anything I can do, this junior will surely exert his utmost effort to accomplish it!"

Lin Ming also knew some so-called routines.

First, offer to help these big shots, then reap the benefits.

Isn't that how it's written in novels?

As for whether to actually do it in the end,

that would depend entirely on conscience.

Lin Ming's conscience, however, is not very strong.

"Hmm..."

This figure sized up Lin Ming, lost in thought.

As if pondering whether or not to choose Lin Ming.

Actually, looking at it this way, Lin Ming is indeed the best choice.

After all, his Other Shore Samsara Eye and Netherworld Sacred Embryo truly match the attributes of the Burial Scholar lineage.

But...

Lin Ming continued to wait.

But he felt, he had basically secured it.

Sure enough, transmigrators are all chosen sons of heaven.

This King's Burial Tomb was prepared specifically for him, to give him a power-up cheat.

This kind of luck — stumbling upon a fortuitous encounter the moment one goes out to train — only a transmigrator with luck as thick as his could enjoy.

It could be called a transmigrator's exclusive perk.

"This Burial King sure drags his feet; he should just hand the fortuitous encounter over to me directly."

Lin Ming thought inwardly, with a trace of impatience.

And it was as if a decision had been made.

The Burial King raised his hand, fingernails sharp as knives, and slashed across the void.

The next moment, from within a void rift, a tattered black scroll emerged.

It carried a profound, ancient aura, as if containing the most abstruse laws of death.

Its surface bore dark-gold characters, each circulating the supreme truths of the mysteries of life and death.

"Death Book!"

Lin Ming's pupils contracted sharply, his breath catching.

The reason he reacted this way was not because he could complete the Nine Nether Hall's mission.

Rather, when he saw this Death Book.

He had a vague, inexplicable intuition.

As if this Death Book originally belonged to him!

If he could obtain it, comprehend the supreme truths of the Death Dao within.

That would absolutely be like giving a tiger wings, producing unimaginable changes.

This was more important than any fortuitous encounter!

Lin Ming's breathing grew rapid, unable to maintain his composure any longer.

"Senior, this item..."

However, just at this moment.

An indifferent voice suddenly rang out from outside the hall.

"Burial King Senior, this junior is from the Jun family, Jun Xiaoyao."

"I wonder if I have the ability to help Senior fulfill your dying wish?"