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The Holy Tomb was built to bury the warriors of Ying Country who died in battle and to commemorate the Orochi. There are eight such special places in Ying Country.

Dongfang Bubai, through the intelligence gathered by secretly cultivated samurai like Yuanfei Riyue in Ying Country, managed to slip into a Holy Tomb opened by Xieling Warriors and killed one of Orochi’s Broken Bodies, which was heavily weakened by a fierce battle. He obtained the Essence Blood and Poison Liquid of Orochi.

After narrowly escaping that calamity, Dongfang Bubai used it to leap from the Heavenly Human 3rd Realm to the Heavenly Human 5th Realm and also harbored the Orochi Poison Liquid within, making his power advance rapidly.

And this second Holy Tomb, according to Dongfang Bubai, is a tomb that no one has explored since its sealing, with countless traps inside, and contains one of the complete Orochi’s remain.

"The Orochi, a Divine Beast, its strength is almost comparable to the Four Spirits of the Central Plains Martial Arts... I mean the Four Spirits in their complete state. It’s said that this serpent was born out of the calamities of Ying Country and exists alongside it, having eight heads and eight tails. Its head resembles a dragon, its eyes are a bright crimson like chili sauce, its back is covered with moss and trees, and its belly is festering and bleeding. Eight-colored shadows constantly hover over its head, and its body is as enormous as eight mountains and valleys."

"Is it that exaggerated? Was the one you encountered that huge?"

Jiang Dali crossed his arms, looking surprised at Dongfang Bubai who was explaining.

If there really existed such a massive beast, even if it did not possess extraordinary powers, the sheer force its mass could exert would be unparalleled by any ordinary Martial World expert. Dongfang Bubai’s needle, no matter how sharp and potent, might be merely scratching an immovable mountain in face of such a mighty existence.

"No..."

Dongfang Bubai shook his head and said, "The one I encountered, in terms of size, was only equivalent to a Demon Dragon, and its power was even somewhat inferior to the Demon Dragon. But rumors are just rumors after all. The one I encountered had been severely wounded by a group of experts who entered the Holy Tomb. I just took advantage of the opportunity. Besides, I suspect that Orochi’s size grows with its power. Thus, being divided into eight segments made it the weakest."

"Hmm!"

Jiang Dali looked at the grand, heavy tomb gates ahead with a peculiar gleam in his eyes, "If Orochi’s complete power is comparable to the Four Spirits during their prime, even within the Returning to Truth Realm, it would be extremely formidable. I might not be able to threaten it. It is hard to imagine what kind of person could divide such a beast into eight pieces and seal it."

"A Heavenly God!"

Dongfang Bubai stated.

"A Heavenly God?"

Both Jiang Dali and Murong Qingqing appeared astonished.

Dongfang Bubai nodded, "It’s rumored that in the earliest times, Ying Country had a Heavenly God. At that time, there was no Emperor in Ying Country. The position was established later by powerful family factions vying for power and imitating our Central Plains nations after the Heavenly God hadn’t shown any miracles for a long time.

That is why the Emperor of Ying Country is referred to as the Emperor, symbolizing a person close to the Heavenly God, supremely noble."

Jiang Dali frowned, "If it’s said that the Orochi was cut into eight segments and sealed by a Heavenly God, then the history of this Holy Tomb must be very old. How could later fallen warriors of Ying Country be buried there as well?"

Dongfang Bubai explained, "That is because the people of Ying Country initially regarded the place where Orochi was sealed as a divine site where the Heavenly God suppressed disasters. If a warrior could also be buried there after death, it symbolized eternal life as a hero, always guarding the Holy Tomb alongside the Heavenly God and perpetually sealing the Orochi, praying for Ying Country’s prosperity and peace.

As time went by, generations of powerful families and top warriors from factions like Liu Sheng, Xinyin, Jiechuan, Genlai, Na Hei, Wutian, Iga, and Kakashi who died in battle would be sent to various Holy Tombs to be interred, seen as the highest honor for a warrior after death.

This has always been one of the competitive resources among these families in Ying Country. The people of Ying Country regard honor and faith as more important than money, power, or beauty, and these families see being buried in the Holy Tomb after death as the ultimate honorable destination!"

Jiang Dali appeared intrigued, "Quite a coincidence? The General Jing Shen I killed, as well as Liu Sheng Danma and the Ninja God, were sent to be buried in the Saint Tomb, weren’t they? Is it this Holy Tomb? If it is, wouldn’t I be digging up their graves this time?"

Dongfang Bubai remained silent, not expecting Jiang Dali to bring up such an idea at this moment. Such a leap in thought.

Murong Qingqing reminded, "We should hurry and find the part of Orochi’s body, or more powerful warriors from Ying Country might be drawn here. After all, the people of Ying Country regard the Holy Tomb as a place of honor."

Jiang Dali nodded in agreement.

Though he possessed a pride and confidence within, feeling assured that being on the scene himself, he could handle any expert coming from Ying Country.

Yet, such pride and confidence swiftly subdued due to initial Heart Realm reflection, recalling a few days prior of being too overconfident, leading to neglect in guarding against Cheng Kun, resulting in subordinates being tragically killed.

He is not one to shy away from self-reflection. Quite the opposite, he understands how when one becomes overly confident, that is when they are most vulnerable.

Only maintaining humility amid confidence, with an extra dose of vigilance, can one unleash the most powerful strength.

He walked boldly to the massive tomb door, launching a palm with a force of Essence Qi probing into the tomb, testing the thickness of the doors with the Mountain Crossing Bull Striking force.

The results of the probing left him tongue-tied.

"This gateway is at least two zhang thick! The hardness comparable to granite! Simply comparable to the separated stone of the Empress Tomb in Divine Martial Country!"

Jiang Dali frowned and turned to look at Dongfang Bubai again.

Dongfang Bubai shook his head slightly, indicating even he didn’t know where the mechanism to unlock the doors was located.

"At this moment, how I wish Sikong Zhaixing was here by my side, at least I wouldn’t be struggling with these heartless and emotionless mechanisms."

Jiang Dali shook his head helplessly, tensing as he drew the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber, letting it fall into his hand.

He raised the over 600-jin sword with one arm, flicking the blade edge with his fingers.

The sword’s body hummed "clang" with a resonant vibration, fiery cloud-like saber patterns including Fire Qilin Scale Armor gleaming bright, blazing like torches unleashing scorching Saber Qi.

"Ha!"

Jiang Dali let out a thunderous shout, lifting the blade with both arms, his chest muscles swelling as he swung it down fiercely.

A fierce blade of crimson Saber Qi instantly pierced through the empty space, slashing at the solid portal.

BOOOOM!!——

The entire Holy Tomb seemed to shake violently.

In the piercing frictional explosion, the two-zhang thick portal exploded spectacularly, shattering into pieces, revealing a massive gap. A stiflingly foul and musty decaying stench immediately gushed forth.

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Snow.

The first snow in the Ming Country fell.

The snow heralded the footsteps of winter.

When someone accompanies and supports another, that’s the essence of partnership, growing old in snow together.

Without companionship and support, trudging along alone, it’s merely loneliness without end, perhaps ultimately falling in the snow, buried by the blizzard.

At least at this moment, in this winter, Zhu Wushi was happy.

He watched the falling white snow from the sky, looking at Suxin, dancing joyfully amidst the snowflakes, catching them with her hands, and turning back to smile at him like a child, happy and innocent. His heart was content and blissful, grateful to someone genuinely.

The Martial World is lonely, and so is the Imperial Palace.

In the palace, Suxin now accompanies him, and he does not feel lonely.

In the Martial World, with Jiang Dali as a confidant friend, he is not lonely.

What more could one ask for from such a life?

Yet he heard that his confidant encountered a new problem, a problem perhaps even his all-powerful confidant had not detected.

He was reluctant to leave the Imperial Palace, but before entering the palace, he was already in the Martial World, and once in the Martial World, always in it, regardless of whether he entered the palace.

The Martial World is love, it is righteousness, it is an entanglement from which one cannot easily run.

Before having everything he now possessed, he was someone who wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice everything, a person who would rather betray the world than allow the world to betray him.

But after having all this, he realized there are indeed things and people he must protect and care for, rather than everything being expendable.

That’s the power of emotion.

Hell exists within everyone’s heart.

If your heart is devoid of love, only harboring hatred, then hell is in your heart.

If there’s no love in your heart, then you yourself dwell in hell.

But what if there is love?

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