The hill, over 500 meters high, is entirely composed of black rocks and soil.
On the hill, there grew many medicinal herbs, which emitted colorful light and gave people a feeling of being adorned with precious jewels.
"My God! This is practically an underwater treasure trove! Look, that blood coral is three feet tall and at least a thousand years old. If I can refine it, I'm sure I can break through two realms within a year and reach the late Golden Core stage."
Yan Bing trembled with excitement, rubbing his hands together incessantly, ready to rush towards the hill.
Xia Xiaoyi's eyes also revealed a strange light as she said, "There are actually fourteen Purple Qi Dragon Grasses growing on the hill. If I can get one of them, I can cultivate the Purple Cloud Divine Illumination Technique to the seventh level and break through to the Heavenly Realm in one fell swoop. If I can pick all fourteen Purple Qi Dragon Grasses, I might even be able to break through to the eighth level."
In Tianxing, not a single Purple Dragon Grass could be found. Here, on just one hill, fourteen of them grew. How could Xia Xiaoyi not be excited?
Wang Hao held Xia Xiaoyi and Yan Bing back, preventing them from rushing into the hill, and said with a serious expression, "Don't rush, look at the ground."
All eyes turned to the foot of the hill, where piles of bones lay, including human remains and those of wild beasts.
Among them were some fresh corpses, clearly belonging to black market warriors who had ventured into the hill but somehow died at its base.
That's so weird!
Upon seeing the corpses, the crowd's excitement immediately cooled, replaced by expressions of fear.
"There's probably some kind of killing formation around the hill; anyone who gets too close will be crushed by it," Qingran guessed.
Wang Hao shook his head and said, "I have already searched the area. There are no traces of array patterns on the outer perimeter of the hill."
"How is that possible? Those martial artists and savage beasts couldn't have died crashing into the hill, could they?" Li Bo stroked his chin, looking worried.
“This is the strangest part. How did those humans and beasts die?” Wang Hao frowned.
Having arrived in Baoshan, only to be left watching helplessly, is an incredibly frustrating experience.
Yan Bing tried several times to rush forward recklessly, but Wang Hao and Li Bo pulled him back each time.
"Perhaps I can try using my Martial Soul," Wang Hao thought to himself.
Wang Hao immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, secretly released his martial spirit, and cautiously approached the hill.
"Aww!"
Wang Hao's martial spirit had only taken a dozen or so steps forward when suddenly, a dragon's roar echoed from inside the hill, almost shattering it.
Wang Hao immediately withdrew his martial spirit. His mind went blank, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat before spitting out a mouthful of blood.
What terrifying power.
Wang Hao's martial spirit was severely damaged, and his brain was throbbing with excruciating pain. Fortunately, he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Azure Lotus and had received the blessing of Heaven, which helped him block some of the power. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as just spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Wang Hao, what's wrong with you!"
Shi Mengqi rushed over and immediately placed her palm on Wang Hao's back, channeling a stream of true energy into Wang Hao's body.
Xia Xiaoyi, who was standing to the side, saw this scene and a look of indescribable emotion flashed in her eyes. The arm that had just been raised fell down.
Qingran, who was not far away, hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and said, "I'll help you." Before Shi Mengqi could agree, she also put her hand on Wang Hao's back.
Yan Qin took in the changes in their expressions and revealed a bright smile.
Previously, everyone only saw Wang Hao sitting cross-legged on the ground, unaware that he had released his Martial Soul. They were also unaware that Wang Hao's injury wasn't physical, but rather a damage to his Martial Soul.
When a martial spirit is injured, it can only be healed slowly; having outsiders transfer true energy is completely ineffective.
After suppressing the injury to his martial soul, Wang Hao opened his eyes. Apart from a slight throbbing in his head, he felt no other discomfort.
"It seems that I will not be able to use my Martial Soul for a while."
Unable to use his Martial Soul means he cannot mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and cannot unleash his spiritual and mental domains. As a result, Wang Hao's strength will be greatly reduced.
Although his martial spirit was injured, Wang Hao also gained a lot; he now knew how to enter that hill.
"Qiqi, Senior Sister Qingran, I'm alright now!" Wang Hao said.
Upon seeing Wang Hao wake up, Shi Mengqi was overjoyed. She immediately withdrew her hands and asked with concern, "Wang Hao, what happened to you just now? Why did you suddenly vomit blood?"
Yan Bing stared around, his voice ominous, "Could it be haunted?"
Wang Hao stood up, smiled, and said, "There aren't that many ghosts in the world. I was just using a secret technique to investigate that hill, and I was injured because I was hit by a powerful force."
Yan Qin asked, "Did you find anything?"
"Of course, we have made discoveries."
Wang Hao's gaze was fixed on the hill several hundred meters high, his fingers gesturing incessantly. After a long while, he withdrew his hand, nodded slightly, and said, "A dragon's lair is a place of life, yet death pervades it. If I'm not mistaken, this is not a hill at all, but a tomb."
“A tomb? Who would build such a huge tomb?” Yan Bing asked.
"dragon!"
Wang Hao then said, "The dragon's grave."
Upon hearing Wang Hao's words, everyone's gaze turned to the hill again. Upon closer inspection, it indeed looked more and more like a giant tomb from a distance.
“Since it’s a dragon’s tomb, perhaps the golden dragon from eight hundred years ago is buried at the foot of the hill.” Yan Qin’s eyes lit up, her eyelashes fluttering, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Qingran said, "Even if we know the Dragon Relic is right below the hill, what's the use? We can't get even a step closer to the hill."
"That's not necessarily true."
Wang Hao looked at the dragon horn in his hand and said, "The reason why those humans and beasts died at the foot of the hill is because they disturbed the dragon soul in the hill and their souls were shattered by the dragon soul's aura."
Although the golden dragon is dead, its spirit has not yet dissipated.
Just now, Wang Hao was almost shattered by the roar of that dragon soul.
Yan Bing asked, "How can we avoid the dragon soul?"
"Avoid?"
Wang Hao shook his head and said, "The Golden Dragon was once a being from the Upper Realm. How terrifying is its cultivation? With our cultivation level, it's impossible for us to avoid its dragon soul. If we want to enter that hill, we can only worship the dragon soul."
After saying this, Wang Hao immediately put his hands together, bowed deeply to the hill in front of him.
At the same time, he released his powerful spiritual energy to communicate with the dragon soul in the hill, and recited a "Soul Tranquility Mantra".
The "Soul-Tranquilizing Mantra" is a basic Buddhist scripture of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Path, not a cultivation technique, so it is widely circulated and almost every Buddhist monk in the immortal realm can recite it.
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