Chapter 4905 — Herb-Blind
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"Well?" Wei Zhao asked urgently.
"This is the racial memory left behind by a thunder dragon at the great assembly of the dragon clans in those years. It mentions this very City of Thunder Burials. According to him, the so-called thunder burial here is in truth the highest-grade death rite bestowed upon powerful lightning-type spirit beasts!" Old Ghost said.
"A thunder burial is actually a death rite?" Wei Zhao was startled. Hearing the Alliance Chairman's earlier alarmist description, he had assumed the thunder burial was something like a tsunami or an earthquake—a natural calamity unique to Thunderfall Plain Isle. Never had he imagined it was a death rite.
"Just so. What outsiders see as a thunder burial actually originates from this City of Thunder Burials. True, it sometimes spills over into the surrounding regions and makes those outside thunder tribulations flare up with sudden ferocity, but that is not the true thunder burial—it is merely some peripheral reaction stirred up by the thunder burial, just as every time a typhoon sweeps through your mortal world, it comes accompanied by wind and rain." Old Ghost explained.
"So compared with the true thunder burial, all of that is small change?" Wei Zhao said thoughtfully.
"Naturally. The true thunder burial is confined to this City of Thunder Burials and would never be so absurd as to blanket the whole of Thunderfall Plain Isle. Of course, for ordinary human cultivators like you, even those tribulations that have been affected and abruptly grown stronger are deadly enough—whether or not it is a true thunder burial makes little difference." Old Ghost said.
"Then, Senior, do you know how this thunder burial came to be?" Wei Zhao asked again. Since it was an established death rite, there had to be someone presiding over it—like sky burial in the mortal world. The procedure might be simple, but at the very least someone had to carry the corpse to a designated spot and lure in hawks, vultures, and other fierce birds and beasts.
"It is said that before any lightning-type spirit beast dies, it will of its own accord enter the City of Thunder Burials, then willingly invoke the thunder tribulation to carry out the thunder burial, dying together with the mightiest force of lightning. That, to them, is the most ideal final rest." Old Ghost spoke with a sigh of emotion.
"So in that case, I really can't go in? Go in and I'll likely be struck dead..." Wei Zhao could not help but waver.
Though he had condensed an unprecedented composite eightfold spiritual root, and a single lightning strike from it was now comparable to a minor thunder tribulation—which had swelled his confidence enormously—it had not yet swelled to the point of fearing no thunder burial. With his present strength, Wei Zhao could easily handle a thunder tribulation of ordinary intensity; he could even grit his teeth and bear a tenfold tribulation. But who knew what force a thunder burial possessed? What if it far exceeded the limit of what he could withstand?
"That's true enough, but there's no harm in going in for a look. I've never been to the City of Thunder Burials myself. With an opportunity this good, don't you want to see the graveyard of lightning-type spirit beasts? Who knows—you might reap some unexpected gains!" Old Ghost, however, urged him on.
Wei Zhao's heart warmed at the words. Setting the Nourishing Mystic Grass aside, since this place had gathered the corpses of a great many powerful lightning-type spirit beasts, the bodies alone would likely yield no small number of fine things—a temptation no smaller than the Nourishing Mystic Grass, only greater.
"But what if I die in there... then what?" Wei Zhao had at least not lost his head entirely. Profit and risk always went hand in hand; the more treasures within, the more perilous it must be—any fool could work that out with his toes.