I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 363: The Road to Burying Gods

Han Zheng had been trapped in this world, unsure if it was an illusion or reality, for countless years.

A force still influenced his mental state, causing him to unconsciously indulge in it.

Even towards the end, he sometimes became bewildered.

Was he truly a tribesman of the Ancient Tribe, following the Divine Envoy to conduct funeral rites, or was he Han Zheng, the Demon Sweeping Captain of Great Zhou?

Was this place real, or was his experience joining the Demon Cleansing Bureau the reality?

In the illusion realm, all powers were cut off; Han Zheng could not contact Yan Xuankong, nor could he open the Qiankun Bag, and he couldn't even summon the Taotie Furnace.

It was as if without an anchor, Han Zheng could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Until the funeral procession had significantly decreased, with fewer than a hundred people remaining, the Divine Envoy suddenly looked towards Han Zheng and spoke to him.

Han Zheng appeared utterly perplexed.

Although many years had passed, he still could not understand what these people were saying, only roughly grasping the concepts of attack and retreat.

At that moment, the force appeared again, prompting Han Zheng to step forward and walk to the vicinity of the coffin.

It was only then that Han Zheng suddenly realized that they needed him to help carry the coffin because there weren't enough people.

This time, Han Zheng could finally get close to the coffin.

The moment he touched the coffin, Han Zheng instantly felt a bone-chilling coldness assault him.

Carrying the coffin, the coldness penetrated deep into his spirit, abruptly awakening Han Zheng to where he actually was.

But having come so far, he still had no idea how to break out of this illusion realm, which left Han Zheng slightly anxious.

What was most important was that Han Zheng could not even tell if this place was an illusion or reality.

If it were an illusion, he had indeed genuinely fought with other tribespeople and the Ancient Giant Beasts here; everything felt incredibly real.

But if it were reality, had he perhaps time-traveled? Traveled back to the Ancient Times?

Without any leads, Han Zheng could only continue to follow the funeral procession.

The path ahead grew even more difficult, as the number of people in the funeral procession dwindled, and Han Zheng became a central figure, even narrowly escaping death several times.

And though the leading Divine Envoy was immensely powerful, he too suffered continuous severe injuries, his once erect figure now bent.

After an unknown amount of time, the entire funeral procession, including Han Zheng, was reduced to just nine people.

The Divine Envoy led the way, with eight people carrying the coffin.

They finally arrived before a vast lake.

The waters were unfathomably deep, resembling an abyss, with no end in sight under the water.

Han Zheng looked around, and this time he could finally confirm—this was Smoke Wave Lake! The Smoke Wave Lake of Ancient Times!

However, the lake from this era didn't seem as vast as in later times, it was only the size of an ordinary lake.

But once one stepped into it, the waters were like an abyss.

In the Ancient Times, Smoke Wave Lake might not have differentiated between shallow and deep waters; there was only this bottomless deep pool.

The Divine Envoy conducted sacrificial rites before Smoke Wave Lake, while Han Zheng and the other eight threw the bronze coffin into the water.

Instantly, the lake water began to rise, spreading outwards.

Apparently, it was only after the bronze coffin was thrown into the lake that the surrounding water began to spread?

While pondering, Han Zheng saw the Divine Envoy suddenly collapse, exhausted.

Though he wasn't dead, he was hovering on the edge of death.

The Divine Envoy said something to the others, and the remaining seven began to build a tomb for the Divine Envoy, eventually burying him in a bronze coffin as well, sinking the entire tomb to the edge of the abyss, to accompany their god forever.

The other seven, perhaps not qualified to enter the deeper parts of Smoke Wave Lake to accompany the deity, simply sat at the perimeter of the lake until they died and turned to bones.

Once everyone had died off, the fog before Han Zheng's eyes dissipated, and he found himself in a tomb chamber.

The coffin in the tomb chamber had been opened; it seemed to be the same tomb chamber that Cui Zeyuan had entered before.

Han Zheng called out to Yan Xuankong twice, only to realize he still couldn't contact him.

But this time, at least the Qiankun Bag could be opened, suggesting that he had returned to the real world.

Han Zheng took out the Jade Pendant and placed it back into the coffin, saying, "This Divine Envoy, the person who took this Jade Pendant has died, and I have now returned the pendant to its rightful owner. Please forgive the intrusion."

After replacing the coffin lid, Han Zheng noticed there were no changes in the tomb chamber.

Just as Han Zheng was puzzled, he suddenly saw a dark figure, entirely shrouded in shadows, watching him from the northwest corner of the tomb chamber!

In an instant, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The tomb chamber was already pitch-black, and with his perception suppressed, he could only see what was directly in his line of sight.

Whether the dark figure had always been there or had suddenly appeared, it just watched Han Zheng.

Although it had no eyes or even facial features, Han Zheng's intuition told him that it was indeed watching him!

Suddenly, the dark figure moved.

Han Zheng immediately reached for the Heavenly Demon Transformation.

But the shadow caused no harm to Han Zheng; instead, it threw something at him.

Han Zheng looked down and saw that it was a Jade Pendant, slightly crudely made, engraved with some strange runes.

The shadow gestured for Han Zheng to pick it up and then pointed west.

Han Zheng was slightly startled, was this dark figure asking him to take the pendant to the west?

Hesitating for a moment, Han Zheng picked up the pendant.

He examined it with his True Yuan and found it to be an ordinary pendant; its material was coarse and poorly made, even appearing somewhat cheap.

The dark figure stepped out from the darkness, enveloped entirely in profound shadows.

It waved its hand at Han Zheng, pointing in a direction inside the tomb chamber as if there was something for Han Zheng.

Then, it lay down inside the coffin and completely disappeared.

Holding the pendant, Han Zheng pondered for a moment and then groped in the direction the dark figure had indicated, finding a movable wall. Pushing it, he directly exited the tomb chamber.

This dark figure was probably the Divine Envoy who had been buried with the deity in ancient times.

If it had had any ill-intentions, Han Zheng would not have noticed; so, he might as well act as instructed.

Now it seemed, Han Zheng had made the right gamble.

"Old Yan! Old Yan, are you there?"

This time when Han Zheng called out, Yan Xuankong finally responded.

"What just happened? Why did our Primordial Spirit connection suddenly break? I felt completely sealed off, knowing nothing.

Eh? This isn't the same place as before, where did Su Wuming go?"

After Han Zheng explained the situation to Yan Xuankong, Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Interesting, interesting, what you experienced wasn't an illusion, but something that happened in ancient times.

To be more precise, it might have been that Divine Envoy's memory.

They traveled from the Extreme West to bury the divine here, paying such a heavy price; what for?

Could it be that this deity could only be buried here?

You mentioned that the coffin containing the deity's body had some sort of activity and could even corrode human flesh; that seems rather strange, what kind of deity possesses such malignance?"

Han Zheng spoke gravely, "I do have a speculation—could it be that there was something wrong with the deity, requiring it to be buried in a secure place?

Thus, the Divine Envoy chose Smoke Wave Lake, this abyss from ancient times, to bury the deity's body. But because he was a Divine Envoy, loyal to his deity, after burying the deity, he was also buried here to accompany his deity."

"Most things from ancient times are mysteries; your speculation, though shocking, is indeed possible."

Han Zheng carefully recalled the details of the illusion, or rather, the memory of the Divine Envoy, more convinced of his own speculation.

But what terrifying transformation had the deity undergone that made the Divine Envoy and his tribe willing to sacrifice themselves on the journey, just to bury him in Smoke Wave Lake?