488: Chapter 488: Forbidden Divine Body

The Lord of Burials' movements came to an abrupt halt.

Its claws hung in mid-air, like an ancient pendulum stopped at the most critical mark—the hourglass of the Universe inverted at this moment, the scales of fate tilted at this very instant.

It raised its head, that solitary, eerie green human eye gazing coldly at the sky above.

The Burial Son's body was, at this moment, beyond description.

It was more like a mass of "Chaos," repeatedly torn apart, fused, and teetering on the brink of disintegration by violent forces.

Void Realm fragments pierced like ice crystals, and the Death Qi of the Burial Dao eroded like toxic mist. Where the two converged, flesh, bone, and even fragments of his Divine Soul wailed in the tug-of-war between annihilation and Rebirth—every breath was a cycle of life and death, every heartbeat a choice between existence and extinction.

There was no sadness.

There was no pity.

The scrutiny within that single eye had stripped away all interference belonging to "living beings," cold as the bottom of an eternal cold pool—no, deeper than a cold pool, longer than eternity. It was the indifference from before the birth of life, from the very beginning of the Universe.

It was not looking at a dying descendant.

It was looking at an "artifact" currently being forged, one with an extremely high probability of failure.

"The Void Divine Body is 'Emptiness,' a 'vessel' that can contain all Laws, yet possesses no self-nature."

The Lord of Burials' voice was hoarse, echoing in the deathly silence like a cold recitation of the Laws of the Universe.

Every word carried the weight of entropy increase; every syllable consumed what little remained of its existence.

"The Burial Dao Divine Body is 'Extinction,' it is 'Death,' capable of burying all things, yet it requires a carrier."

It paused slightly.

Its rotting head turned slowly, its gaze crossing the hideous rift, casting itself toward the vast, desolate, boundless scorched earth outside, where only death settled.

Its gaze pierced through the pitch-black surface, seeing into the depths of this land—the most essential "Deathly Silence," brewed together by endless years, infinite slaughter, and countless annihilated Souls.

"The vessel and the death, both are present."

"But, it lacks 'soil.' It lacks the 'environment' that allows 'Emptiness' to become 'Emptiness,' and 'Extinction' to execute its 'Extinction.'"

"Emptiness without a Realm is merely nothingness; extinction without a Realm ultimately returns to desolation. They will not fuse; they will only erode each other until they return together to the true 'Nothingness.'"

As the last word fell, the Void Realm trembled, as if the Universe itself were listening to this secret about to be broken.

Chu Changsheng looked in the direction of its gaze.

Scorched earth.

Endless scorched earth.

It stretched to the edge of his vision under the dim light, like a colossal, charred scar—no, more like the deepest, ugliest, and truest flesh exposed after a world had been stripped of its skin while still alive.

His pupils contracted imperceptibly.

"Burial Land."

He spat out these two words in a low voice, his tone carrying a heaviness of realization.

This was not merely land for burying corpses.

This was the entity incarnated from the Concept of "Burial" after it had been precipitated through eternal ages—it was the hotbed of "Death," the nursery of "Endings," and the final land stepped upon before all things returned to nothingness.

The Lord of Burials did not respond. It did not even look at him anymore.

That giant claw, with only ghastly white bones and a few shreds of rotting muscle remaining, raised once more in a slow, firm posture that seemed to bear the final weight of the entire clan.

This time, the claw tip did not point at the Burial Son, nor at any enemy, but at—the boundless, scorched black earth it was treading upon!

"Boom—!!!"

The giant claw, carrying the great power erupted from the Lord of Burials burning its final life Origin—a power transcending its decaying form—plunged violently into the depths of the scorched earth!

It was not digging; it was not destruction. It was the most direct, the most barbaric, the most unreasonable grasping!

Its five fingers were like heavenly pillars, wedging deep inside until it reached the elbow!

Under the action of unimaginable force, the flesh on the already decaying claw instantly disintegrated, revealing the ghastly white arm bone beneath, covered in ancient wounds yet still gleaming with a cold, immortal luster!

The groaning and friction sounds emitted by the bones while bearing unimaginable pressure were so piercing they made the Soul tremble—that was the bones crying, screaming, and begging.

But the Lord of Burials did not stop.

Its body began to "expand."

This was not the billowing of Spiritual Qi. It was a certain deeper, more essential power, seemingly originating from the ancient authority and final glory of the "Sky Burial Beast," being resolutely ignited, extracted, and burned by it using everything it had left—including that flickering Soul Fire that could extinguish at any moment!

Betting its very existence.

The final struggle!

"Rumble—!!!"

The earth awoke. Or rather, it felt the pain of being forcibly stripped away!

At first, it was a muffled sound from the depths of the earth's veins, like the sleep-talking of a prehistoric beast.

Immediately, the entire vast Burial Land began to tremble violently—that was the earth struggling, resisting, being rudely dragged from its slumber by a mad hand!

On both sides of the rift, the towering rock walls, soaked in death for millions of years, collapsed with a roar like sandcastles!

Trillions of tons of rock, mixed with bone ash and dust deposited over countless epochs, turned into a torrent of death, pouring down and crashing into the valley floor, emitting a roar of destruction—that was the earth screaming.

Immediately after, the earth was torn apart! Streaks of scorching, viscous, dark red magma, exuding the scent of sulfur and death, erupted violently from countless new cracks like the festering pus and blood of the earth, shooting straight into the clouds!

The firelight illuminated the dim sky, dyeing the rolling dark clouds an ominous dark red—between heaven and earth, it was a scene of apocalypse.

Then—Chu Changsheng saw a scene he would never forget in his life, one sufficient to shock the cognitive limits of any living being, a scene sufficient to make the gods and Buddhas of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds change color—the entire Burial Land.

It came alive.

No.

It was that this land, piled up from endless death, its very "existence" was being forcibly peeled away, forcibly seized, forcibly usurped by a death will that stood above it—one more ancient, more barbaric, and more unreasonable!

Within his field of vision, everything—the grayish-white bone ash on the surface, the pitch-black fertile soil beneath that had hardened like iron, the deeper rock strata mixed with broken Divine weapons and mineral marrow, down to the hideous and twisted glassy rock bed at the very bottom—along with the death aura that had settled for eternal ages within it, the lingering resentment, the ultimate despair, and the Dao rhyme of the end of all things...

At this moment, like a rug of unimaginable thickness held at the edge by an invisible giant hand—was being lifted, inch by inch, inch by inch, with unwavering firmness, from the "living" earth Foundation below!

The Lord of Burials, using its final life as firewood and the ancient authority of the Sky Burial Beast as a lever—was lifting the entire Burial Land!

"Creak—crack—!!!" The dense, scalp-numbing sounds of bursting exploded crazily from the arm bone the Lord of Burials had plunged into the earth! The bones, capable of shouldering mountains, began to crack from the claw tips under the horrific pressure of bearing the weight of the entire Burial Land—cracks spread wildly. They burst!

Bone fragments flew everywhere. Cracks like spiderwebs instantly crawled over the entire arm and spread toward the torso!

Its massive body trembled violently under this indescribable pressure; every bone wailed as if about to be completely pulverized, and its rotting muscles were torn, snapped, and burst!

But the light in its solitary, eerie green eye burned to the extreme—cold. Resolute. Without the slightest wavering.

"Rise—!!!" A roar that seemed to come from the deepest depths of the Nine Netherworlds, carrying endless desolation and a resolute will, did not travel through the air but vibrated directly on the level of the Laws—exploding in the depths of the heart and Soul of every living being!

The next moment—the sky darkened.

The boundless, pitch-black Burial Land, heavy enough to swallow all light, completely broke its last connection with the world below—lifted entirely into mid-air by a Heaven-Defying force!

It floated there. Blocking out the sky and sun. The shadow it cast instantly swallowed everything for ten thousand miles!

Sunlight was completely blocked, and the world fell into an absolute darkness filled only with the aura of death—not night. It was the color of death itself.

This was no longer a piece of land. It was a writhing, boiling mass hanging beneath the sky, composed of the pure Concepts of death and ending—a living darkness!

It was the entity manifested in the present world by the Law of "Burial"—the most hideous, most magnificent, most unreasonable entity!

"Shush, shush... rustle..." Fine, grayish-white "snow" drifted down from this "living darkness."

This was the purest bone ash, shaken loose and peeled away—the final trace of countless living beings having existed, the proof that trillions of lives had once lived, loved, hated, and struggled.

They drifted silently. Covering everything. Dyeing the world in the same grayish-white deathly silence—as if scattering paper money for an unprecedented funeral.

The Lord of Burials' bone arm, covered in terrifying cracks and seemingly ready to shatter completely at any moment, waved toward the Burial Son—using its final strength!

"Return to you—!!!"

The entire boundless Burial Land that had been lifted—surged, collapsed, and transformed!

It did not fall, but instead transformed into a boundless black River of the Underworld composed purely of the essence of the Burial Land's Origin!

This river flowed silently, yet it was more shocking than the falling of the Nine Heavens' galaxy; it circled slowly, yet carried a sense of destiny destined to submerge everything, carrying the Lord of Burials' million-year obsession and hope, toward the rift above, toward that suspended, broken body serving as the battlefield for "vessel" and "death"—gently and irresistibly—pouring down! Rushing forth!

It was an infusion, a Fusion, an acknowledgment of a master, a bestowing of the ultimate environment!

The essence of the Burial Land turned into the finest particles—each one carrying the ultimate Concept of death, silence, extinction, and ending that this land had held for eternal ages—like a wanderer returning home, like a Soul seeking a carrier, they continuously and actively poured into the Burial Son's body! They did not destroy the fragile balance. On the contrary—

They surged into that battlefield where "Void" and "Extinction" clashed fiercely, incompatible with each other, filling every crack and saturating every inch of "land."

With their own absolutely pure Dao rhymes of "Dead Silence" and "End," they did not build a bridge between the "Void Containment" and the "Death of Burial and Extinction"—

Rather, they transformed directly into the only "soil" and "world" where they could coexist, depend on, and thrive together!

The Void Divine Body requires "Void" to contain it.

The Burial Dao Divine Body requires "Extinction" to bury it.

And the Eternal Burial Land provided the ultimate environment and Foundation that allowed "Void" to become "Void" and "Extinction" to execute its "Extinction"!

Burial Son's body began an ultimate transformation that transcended imagination, defied common sense, and trampled upon the Heavenly Dao!

The countless hideous, bone-deep cracks on his skin surface stopped spreading.

At the edges of the cracks, flesh, bones, and skin began to knit together and reshape in a slow and miraculous way.

The traces after knitting did not disappear—instead, they transformed and sublimated into complex, profound dark golden patterns that seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the Universe's birth and death, with the luster of Void silver-gray and Burial Extinction death-black flowing between them.

These patterns were not static.

Like living things, they flowed and shifted slowly, emerging from his heart, rapidly spreading to his limbs and bones, climbing up his neck—eventually interweaving on his forehead into a faint, elusive pattern resembling a closed "vertical eye" or "gateway."

His entire skin took on an eerie texture, as if it were translucent, solidified gray crystal.

Looking closely, one could see faint glimmers beneath the skin, like stardust or dust from the Burial Land—slowly rising and falling, rotating, and breathing.

Inside his body—the translucent Void energy and gray-white Burial Extinction Death Qi, which were originally as mutually exclusive and fiercely warring as water and fire—stopped their confrontation under the saturation, harmonization, and even "assimilation" of the endless Burial Land essence.

They began to interweave, entwine, and rotate along a profound trajectory, like two Yin and Yang fish chasing each other, but a billion times more complex and a thousand layers more taboo.

Gray-white and translucent were no longer distinct.

Instead, they permeated and fused with each other, deriving a brand-new energy trait that could not be accurately described by any existing language—it presented a deep "Ash of Nirvana" that seemed capable of absorbing all light.

But this gray was not dull—deep within its core, it flickered with tiny, translucent "Void Silver Radiance" like the purest Void crystal.

And between the gray and the silver radiance, there was the "Black Intent of Finality," unique to the Burial Land and accumulated over eons, serving as a base, flowing endlessly.

The three were perfectly integrated, forming their own cycle.

Exuding an eerie aura intertwined with "Emptiness," "Dead Silence," and "Eternity"—this was... Jixu Burial Primordial Spirit!

The influx of the Burial Land seemed endless.

Burial Son's body had now become a black hole devouring death—crazily absorbing the essence of the entire Burial Land continent.

Bone ash, blood mud, rock marrow, molten essence, and even the last remaining traces of immortal imprints from those ancient, powerful beings who slept in the deepest parts of the Burial Land and had long since assimilated with the earth.

All matter and fragments of Laws belonging to this dead forbidden land were crushed and purified within his body, then, according to that brand-new, taboo cyclic method—recasting every inch of his flesh, every bone, and every strand of Divine Soul!

His aura began to soar at a speed so terrifying it was despair-inducing—surging, advancing, and crushing!

Qi Refining Realm! His body shuddered, and the last of the turbid Death Qi spewed from his pores. His newborn skin breathed with a faint gray-silver-black light—that was the light of taboo, the first crack before the collapse of order.

Foundation Establishment Realm! A thunderous roar like rushing rivers and the pulsing of the earth erupted from within his body—no, not rivers, it was the entire Burial Land roaring, it was the death of eons resonating! A brand-new Dao Foundation, with the Jixu Burial Primordial Spirit as its core, was forged with a bang, as stable as the Burial Land itself, unshakable, and indestructible!

Core Formation? No! There was no Golden Core condensed. Instead—at his Dantian, a miniature "vortex" that slowly rotated in gray, silver, and black, and seemed to contain a miniature dead silent Void, naturally formed, exhaling a terrifying aura of Nirvana. This was not a Golden Core. This was the "Eye of Nirvana," it was destruction itself gazing at this world!

Golden Core Realm (Analogous)! The "vortex" suddenly collapsed—turning into an extreme "Nirvana Singularity" that seemed capable of absorbing light! Then it suddenly expanded again—completely fusing with his flesh and Divine Soul, indistinguishable from each other, you in me, I in you!

Nascent Soul Realm (Transformation)! A miniature phantom of an infant, its whole body flowing with the divine light of the Jixu Burial Primordial Spirit, its face bearing some resemblance to Burial Son but with inhuman indifference, flashed in the center of his brow—it did not leave his body. Instead, it sank into the Ancestral Aperture between his brows, completely merging with the fragments of his Sea of Consciousness and his Physical Body. You in me, I in you, I am the Dao, and the Dao is me!

Deity Transformation Realm (Arrival)! A terrifying pressure, transcending the level of mortal life, mixed with the silence of the Void, the death of Burial Extinction, and the finality of the Burial Land—like a volcano that had been dormant for eons—erupted!

This pressure was not merely powerful. It also carried an eerie trait of being "taboo," "anomalous," and "not tolerated by this world," causing the surrounding space to slightly distort, dim, and crack!

Every inconceivable leap in Realm caused Burial Son's body to tremble violently, and the profound totem patterns on his body erupted with blinding light—as if resonating with the Great Dao in the netherworld, confronting the will of the Heavenly Dao head-on, and declaring to the entire Universe—a taboo has been born!

And the sky above the rift valley changed drastically in response! Thick, ink-like tribulation clouds gathered out of thin air, with thousands of thunderbolts dancing like dragons and snakes within, exuding destructive Heavenly might—that was the world-destroying Heavenly Tribulation instinctively condensed by the Heavenly Dao upon sensing the birth of an "alien object" or "taboo"!

However—whenever the tribulation thunder condensed to its peak and was about to strike—it seemed to suddenly "lose" its target. It was as if it had been "interfered with," "blinded," or "deceived" by some invisible force. This destructive aura churned and clashed violently, and in the end, it could only unwillingly—slowly dissipate...

The tribulation clouds gathered and dispersed, dispersed and gathered again. It cycled repeatedly, over and over. It was as if the Supreme Heavenly Dao was also confused, hesitating, and struggling—wavering between "obliteration" and "acknowledgment." It could not lock on. Nor could it immediately descend the predetermined tribulation punishment upon such an unprecedented Physique!

Heavenly Tribulation—was actually hesitating! Heavenly Dao—was actually afraid!

Behind Chu Changsheng, that World Tree Manifestation, towering and radiating endless vitality—was shaking wildly at this moment! Thousands of branches were ravaged as if by a gale! Every Dao leaf roared, and a grand, ancient, and warning-filled sound of the Great Dao autonomously resounded throughout heaven and earth—not a celebration. It was more like a strong warning and shock!

As if declaring to the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, to all sleeping ancient beings, to those high and mighty Dominators—a certain taboo existence that defied common sense and drifted on the edge of the Laws—was born against the heavens in this dead forbidden land!

[Ding! Detected Son of Luck (Mutant/Taboo Type)!]

[Name]: Burial Son [Age]: 37 [Talent]: Divine-Grade (Tempered by Nirvana, suspected dimension elevation) → Actual Assessment: Taboo Rank [Identity]: Last Bloodline of the Burial Clan / Successor of the Lord of Burials / Lord recognized by the Eternal Burial Land [Currently Awakened/Forged Physique]: Jixu Burial Primordial Spirit Body! [Grade Assessment]: Acquired Taboo Divine Physique (Unique through the ages, unprecedented)

[Core Characteristic Analysis]: 1. Three Origins into One: Perfectly fuses the Void Divine Body, Burial Dao Divine Body, and the Origin of the Eternal Burial Land. The three form a perfect internal cycle, self-contained, endless, and immortal forever. 2. Not Tolerated by Heavenly Dao: Its very existence poses a challenge to the existing order; any means of deduction, prediction, or causal backtracking are significantly weakened against it, and Heavenly Dao tribulation is difficult to lock onto it. 3. Domain of Dead Silence: Within the Domain, all Laws wither, vitality is cut off, and everything returns to the ultimate "Nothingness." [Remarks]: Not recorded in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds! Unprecedented! Unique through the ages! Its very existence is a challenge and subversion of the existing order and cognition! Talent Rating: Taboo Rank!

[Apprentice Reward]: 1. "Gu Treasure Art": The supreme Legacy of the Ten Ancient Fiends regarding the Origin of time and space! Control the past and future, grasp the Universe within! 2. Opportunity for deep insight into "Void Myriad Laws Record": Points directly to the Origin of the Void Dao, can analyze all Laws, integrate into oneself, and forge an eternal Foundation! 3. Ancient Divine Weapon · Bronze Fragment (Part 2): Mysterious bronze vessel fragment, suspected to be related to major ancient secrets, collecting all is unknown, but will shock the ages! 4. Supreme Immortal Art: "Great Dream of the Ages": Step into the river of time, weave real illusions, indistinguishable between reality and illusion, true and false are unpredictable! 5. Supreme Void Divine Art: "Great Void Art" Legacy clue: Supreme secret method of the Void Dao, control, create, annihilate the Void—one thought creates or destroys galaxies, one breath makes the Myriad Heavens and Worlds rise or fall!