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Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Accomplishing Goals and Retiring Chapter 638: Chapter 638: Accomplishing Goals and Retiring The grass and trees rooted on the Immortal Grave were lush and dripping with vitality.

Some shimmered with silver light, while others were enshrouded in purple mists, or glowed golden bright…

Intertwined, they created a spectacle with lightning interweaving through them.

Shi Hao’s breathing turned rapid, these plants were too precious!

Each one bore different patterns imbued with Thunderous Force and a hint of Immortal Dao Aura, their electric glimmers twinkling, they were priceless treasures to those who cultivated The lightning precious technique.

One plant, two plants…

Shi Hao’s eyes glazed over.

In front of him were over a hundred such herbs, a collection far rarer than even the medicinal fields of the Celestial Gods.

Regrettably, he couldn’t pick them, for these plants grew atop the Immortal Grave and were simply unreachable.

Shi Hao struggled to calm his emotions.

Earlier, in the ancient mines, he’d unearthed a golden herb that allowed him to rapidly master the precious symbol of Thunder Sparrow, yielding miraculous effects.

Now, before him lay hundreds of similar plants.

This was more fantastical than a myth.

If he could just harvest them, he was certain his Thunderclap Law would reach an unparalleled peak.

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“Truly, this is an Immortal Grave.”
This tomb had existed for an eternity, its essence saturated with Immortal Dao Thunder, and over the long span of time, it has spawned these herbs, one after another.

Evidently, if there were beings buried within this great tomb, their value would be even higher.

“Could it be that an immortal being – an Immortal – truly lies buried within this tomb?” Shi Hao mused to himself.

Atop the summit of the tomb, there lay fresh blood, still lustrous and crimson as if it were treasure, emitting a scarlet aura that bore the vigorous essence of life despite the passage of countless years.

Legends were too distant, beyond anyone’s confirmation.

Such a rare array of plants grew atop the great tomb, each so precious that Shi Hao found it unbearable to miss out on them, his heart yearning to pluck even a few.

But how could he get close?

“I’ll risk it all!”
A few of those plants weren’t far from the base of the tomb and didn’t grow upon slopes too steep.

He fixed his gaze upon them, deciding it was worth the peril.

“Crack!”
As soon as he approached, a lightning arc struck, pitching Shi Hao into the ground, tearing his skin and scorching half his body black, with fresh blood seeping out.

Such was the nature of the Immortal Grave; any light it emitted was destructive, and even Shi Hao’s body – tempered to be as tough as diamond – couldn’t withstand it.

His physique, now far surpassing the fortitude of many Heaven Rank Ferocious Beasts, still succumbed to injuries under the influence of Immortal Dao Aura.

Yet, he wasn’t discouraged.

He meditated on the natural laws of thunder, trying to become as clear and empty as possible, to integrate with the thunder symbols, making himself a part of them.

It was already an achievement to have stayed alive next to the great tomb for so long and to have even attempted to climb it despite sustaining severe injuries on every trial.

“Again!”
Shi Hao’s “bear-like” tenacity surged; he was not one to give up easily.

“Boom!”
He stepped onto the Yellow Earth Tomb, and a streak of red light, looking nearly innocuous but sharp as a blood blade, cleaved into Shi Hao’s flesh.

With a spurt of blood, his back split open, burnt black, with the thunder symbols twinkling violently, seemingly trying to tear him apart.

“This is body tempering, accepting the baptism of the dao of lightning!”
Shi Hao whispered to himself, bearing the intense pain.

He sat cross-legged at the base of the tomb after a grueling day and a night, consolidating his position, refusing to retreat.

“Whoosh!”
Soon, another streak of purple mist passed by and exploded around him.

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It was a cloud of lightning that coalesced into an orb, enveloping him and causing the area to boil.

Shi Hao’s hair stood on end, his skin turned blackened and dried out, while layers of old skin cracked.

The situation looked dire, verging on dangerous.

“Lightning infusion.” At this point, he could only accept the “baptism,” attempting to merge with the lightning and make their essences alike to avoid further harm.

It took two days and two nights before he stabilized.

Sitting at the base of the tomb, his wounds healed, and the charred old skin fell away, revealing fresh, lustrous flesh underneath.

“All this just to ascend one step!” Shi Hao sighed.

The plant closest to him, resembling a small tree made of red agate, was still dozens of steps away.

The thought of digging it out seemed daunting.

Yet, he profoundly sensed that the constant bombardment by lightning that inflicted injuries was also forging his body, enhancing his resistance to thunder strikes.

Most crucially, he was becoming more intimate with lightning, gaining better control over it.

However, the thought of those dozens of steps ahead made Shi Hao’s scalp tingle.

He would still have to risk his life and endure terrifying impacts to get any closer.

“Ssst!”
He conjured a large hand, constructed from Bone Text, reaching out.

Instantly, it was shattered by a lightning arc.

His True Body couldn’t get near, and these symbols were futile.

Over the final stretch of dozens of steps, Shi Hao spent a full eight days, being struck with blood splattering and his body burnt black daily – a torment akin to plunging into hellish training.

But it was quicker than he had anticipated.

During the ordeal, he also battled the Curse.

Fortunately, since he comprehended the mysteries of the dao of lightning here, the curse’s power weakened substantially.

On the ninth day, Shi Hao reached the small crimson tree, overwhelmed with emotion.

This was nothing short of an ordeal survived.

“Break through this tomb’s head!” He was filled with indignation after days of hair standing on end and breathing sparks, his whole body almost burned to a crisp.

At last, he was about to succeed.

This small tree was compensation enough for his losses; it was entirely bright red, only a foot tall, but densely covered in patterns, encircled by red lightning, emitting a series of hums.

Without a doubt, it could aid Shi Hao in his cultivation of lightning precious technique, much as it had with mastering the Divine Skills of Thunder Sparrow, smoothing his breakthrough and allowing him to grasp higher mysteries of thunder.

Shi Hao carefully dug it out, and during the process, he was struck with electricity, causing his body to crack all over, his pores exuding bursts of lightning.

“I finally got one,” he said, contented.

He rested for a few hours and then set his sights on another herb, wafting with a purple aura, very hazy, about six or seven steps away from him.

This time it took him three days and three nights to approach it, his entire body dyed purple by the lightning, unable to help but let out a low roar.

Shi Hao cursed inwardly, the pain was simply unbearable, gathering herbs here was like being a punching bag, getting beat up and tormented, almost to the point of death.

“A golden mushroom.”
His next target was a golden mushroom as big as a human head, surrounded by cracking lightning bolts.

It took him two days and two nights to successfully pick it.

Then, Shi Hao walked towards a green bamboo stalk, only as thick as chopsticks and a little over two feet tall, all green and glowing with a green light.

…

And so, Shi Hao dug up five consecutive herbs, each imbued with intense lightning and marked with mysterious patterns, exuding the aura of Immortal Dao Thunder.

When he wanted to dig further, he found there were no more nearby.

He couldn’t help but look up and saw that the nearest one was over twenty feet away, all above the waist of the big tomb, an astronomical distance for him.

Because, on this tomb, every few steps forward cost him dearly.

Moreover, observing carefully, he was horrified to discover that, above the waist of the tomb, besides curses and lightning, there were also strands of chaotic mist seeping out from the yellow earth.

There was absolutely no way to get close, touching it would surely turn him to ashes.

“The real Immortal Dao Thunder…

buried within the tomb?!”
Shi Hao knew that he could go no further.

Step by step, he descended from the Immortal Grave, feeling a great sense of relief, his body much lighter after bearing such tremendous pressure these days.

“Just leave like this?” Shi Hao scratched his head, circled around the big tomb, feeling it was a bit of a pity.

Finally, he pondered for a while and decisively took out a Magic Artifact, attempting to collect the —— soil from the tomb.

The Divine Striking Stone was startled, its mouth agape, not knowing what to say about him.

It was a bit too resentful for anyone, not sparing even the soil of a tomb.

“You really are one of a kind, aren’t you afraid of disturbing the dead?” said the Divine Striking Stone.

“What do you know, this tomb soil is infused with lightning, an absolute treasure and killing weapon,” Shi Hao said.

Boom!

Unfortunately, the Magic Artifact shattered, instantly destroyed by the lightning within the Yellow Earth Tomb.

Shi Hao was stunned; even if he wanted to take it away, he couldn’t.

The power contained in the yellow soil was too formidable to be taken.

“What should I do now?” He looked on helplessly.

“What else can you do?

Hurry and leave.

You’re too much, not even sparing the tomb soil,” the Divine Striking Stone snorted.

Shi Hao scratched his head; he felt the tomb soil was extraordinary and really wanted to take some with him.

Finally, he pulled out the Divine Striking Stone from his cave inside his body and said, “Aren’t you the one who loves eating earth and stones the most?

Hurry up and swallow a few ten thousand pounds of it.”
“I @##&…” the Divine Striking Stone cursed; it was greedy but didn’t want to eat from an ancient tomb, which repulsed it.

“Are you an idiot?

Just one mouthful could make you stronger by a bit.

Are you going to miss out on such a big opportunity?” Shi Hao urged.

“I’d rather die than eat it.

I am a stone with principles!” the Divine Striking Stone firmly refused.

“You really won’t eat?

Let me tell you, there’s the aura of Immortal Dao within it, miss out on this place and there’ll be no other shop,” Shi Hao said, and also showed off the fruits of his recent understanding of Dao.

The Divine Striking Stone started to waver; it also sensed something extraordinary about the tomb soil, infused with strands of mysterious power, and finally clenched its teeth and said, “I am a Divine Stone with principles, my principle is——for strength, natural…

must eat!”
Shi Hao curled his lip; this thing having principles, yeah right.

“Ah…” The Divine Striking Stone screamed in agony.

Not only was there lightning in the tomb soil, but there was also a curse.

Just one bite got it struck by lightning, sending it into tumult.

“It hurts to death.” This was an arduous battle, the Divine Striking Stone, with Shi Hao’s help, fought against the curse, refined the lightning, and consumed the tomb soil.

“This isn’t working, I wanted to take some yellow earth with me for combat,” Shi Hao muttered to himself.

In the end, he bit his lip, took out the Pill Furnace, put Taotie meat and other items into the Heaven and Earth Pouch, and said, “Let’s first collect some tomb soil, to cleanse well when needed.”
Shi Hao began collecting the tomb soil with the mysterious Pill Furnace, risking his life.

Each small collection still caused explosions that battered him.

After half a month, collecting bit by bit, he finally satisfied his wish and left with half a cauldron of soil.

“Kid…

you’re truly brutal, not even sparing the top of a tomb, you’re incurable!” the Divine Striking Stone grumbled all the way.

After walking some distance, Shi Hao stopped again, staring at the sparkling Tianhe, unable to stop gazing, and said, “What do you think about this river water?”
The Divine Striking Stone was stunned, jaw-dropped, and after a long while said, “Don’t tell me you want to take some of the river water too.”
“Don’t you think this water is extremely valuable?” Shi Hao said quite naturally, rolling up his sleeves, ready to collect Tianhe water.

The Divine Striking Stone felt dumbfounded, feeling this kid was beyond cure, and said, “If this ever gets out, don’t say you know me.

It’s too embarrassing!”
Undoubtedly, it was another torment, trying to collect water from Tianhe was dangerous, Shi Hao was blasted until his flesh cracked, screaming incessantly.

“Serves you right, it’s purely self-inflicted!” the Divine Striking Stone took delight in his misfortune.

After several days, Shi Hao took only a little water each time, still getting blasted repeatedly.

He kept hopping, cursing non-stop, grimacing, very discontent, but eventually succeeded, leaving with a large amount of river water and a body full of scars.

“Shameless guy…

totally lacking in integrity!” the Divine Striking Stone kept grumbling along the way.

(To be continued.

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