Chapter 327 - The Heavenly Seal and the Burial Palm

Chapter 327: Chapter 327 - The Heavenly Seal and the Burial Palm

Su Bai remained seated beside his own body.

The faint Macro-Taiji continued turning between his Nascent Soul and physical foundation, but the circulation was still incomplete.

Each time the current attempted to pass deeper through his body, something hidden within the damaged connection pushed it back.

Now that he had noticed it, the obstruction became much easier to perceive.

Su Bai focused on it.

The Dao-Shattering Jade had already simplified the Heavenly Palm’s structure before his physical body died. Combined with his current spiritual perspective, the remaining law no longer looked like an incomprehensible mass.

It resembled a seal.

Su Bai’s expression gradually became strange.

He had seen something similar before.

It’s not the exact pattern, and certainly not something carrying the same authority, but the underlying structure felt familiar.

’The seals of the Myriad-Heaven Anomaly Court.’

Those ancient seals had been far more complicated than anything normally used in the current cultivation world. Su Bai had spent considerable time studying them precisely because he had no intention of casually touching something left behind by an Immortal-era organization.

Now, looking at the remnant inside his own foundation, a possibility occurred to him.

’Did the Court imitate Heavenly Law when they created their seals?’

He could not prove it.

However, the resemblance was difficult to ignore.

The Court’s seals layered restrictions through interconnected structures that reinforced one another. The Heavenly Law left by the enormous palm worked through a far purer version of the same principle.

Breaking one portion carelessly would simply cause the surrounding structure to tighten.

For most cultivators, removing something like this would be nearly impossible without understanding the Heavenly Law involved.

Thankfully, Su Bai had another option.

His attention shifted toward one of his Gateway Dantians.

The newly completed golden Spirit Root stood there quietly.

It had already proven that it possessed an unusual compatibility with the Heavenly Blessing and the white-gold heavenly lightning hidden within it.

The seal inside his body also originated from the heavens.

That did not mean the Spirit Root could simply destroy it, but it meant the Heavenly Law would not immediately reject its presence as something foreign.

Su Bai smiled faintly.

’That should be enough.’

He guided a thin thread of power from the golden Spirit Root toward the remnant.

The moment the two touched, nothing violent happened.

That alone confirmed his guess.

The Heavenly Law did not react defensively.

Su Bai carefully allowed the golden power to spread across its outer structure.

Rather than attacking the seal, he followed its pathways.

The complicated pattern slowly unfolded before his perception.

The Dao-Shattering Jade sharpened his thoughts while True Needle Intent began searching through the structure for places where one connection could be separated without disturbing the rest.

Su Bai became completely focused.

Around him, the people gathered at the ruined training ground finally began to relax.

His heart was beating again.

Warmth had returned to parts of his body.

Most importantly, the faint Yin-Yang circulation between the Nascent Soul and physical foundation had not disappeared.

Whatever Su Bai was doing, he was no longer slipping toward complete death.

The Peak Masters quietly began clearing the surrounding area.

Disciples were moved farther away from the center of the training ground, though almost none of them willingly stopped looking back.

Yan’er had finally stopped crying.

Her eyes were still red, but she stared at Su Bai’s translucent figure with both hands clenched tightly around the sleeve of the senior sister beside her.

Liu Meng remained nearby as well.

Seeing Su Bai sitting beside his own corpse while calmly repairing whatever the heavens had done to him produced a feeling she could not quite describe.

Knowing him, another absurd story would probably spread throughout the sect before the month ended.

Saint Su Bai had already survived enough strange incidents.

Now people would probably start saying he had cheated death itself.

But that problem could wait until he was breathing properly again.

...

The Ancestors eventually withdrew a short distance from the training ground.

They had already confirmed that Su Bai’s condition was stabilizing, and crowding around him served no purpose.

There was, however, another matter that could not simply be ignored.

A female Ancestor glanced toward the sky where the enormous pale-gold hand had disappeared.

"What do you think?"

One of the elders produced an empty jade slip.

The others immediately understood.

Throughout the long history of the cultivation world, countless strange phenomena had appeared and disappeared.

Some were witnessed once.

Some returned after thousands of years.

Others were only known because one cultivator had survived long enough to leave a record.

For senior cultivators, preserving such knowledge was more than curiosity. Every accurate record reduced the number of unknown dangers future generations would have to face.

The Ancestors had lived long enough to appreciate that duty.

They also rather enjoyed being the first people to name something.

One old man stroked his beard while looking toward the shattered training ground.

"Heavenly Burial Palm."

Several eyes brightened.

The female Ancestor considered it for a moment before nodding.

"That fits."

Another Ancestor gave a dry laugh.

"When the palm descends, surviving certainly becomes difficult enough for the word burial."

The elder holding the jade slip immediately engraved the name.

[Heavenly Burial Palm.]

He paused.

"To think this old man would live long enough to record a heavenly phenomenon absent from every record I have studied."

Someone beside him snorted.

"Do not sound too pleased. The child had to die for us to see it."

The old man’s expression stiffened.

"I said nothing about being pleased with that part."

A few faint smiles appeared.

They soon returned to the record.

The description required more care than the name.

After comparing everything they had witnessed and what their newly gained comprehension of Heavenly Law had revealed, the elder finally engraved:

[Heavenly Burial Palm.

A rare manifestation observed during the Final Suppression of an anomalous Nascent Soul tribulation.

The palm manifests through Heavenly Law rather than ordinary Qi or tribulation power.

Conventional techniques and external interference cannot obstruct it.

Once targeted, escape becomes exceedingly difficult.

The cultivator observed surviving its descent had already completed the Nascent Soul transformation before the Final Suppression began, allowing the Nascent Soul to persist after the destruction of the physical body.]

The Ancestors read it carefully.

One of them tapped the jade slip.

"Do not write that completing the Nascent Soul transformation guarantees survival."

The recorder nodded.

"Agreed. We witnessed one case. We should not turn it into a universal rule."

The line was adjusted accordingly.

That satisfied them.

Records existed to help future cultivators, not kill them with false confidence.

The female Ancestor glanced toward Su Bai again.

"Do you think anyone else has faced this?"

Nobody answered immediately.

Perhaps someone had.

Perhaps the Heavenly Burial Palm had appeared before and simply left nobody capable of recording it.

One of the elders sighed.

"With the size of that child’s foundation, I am not certain the heavens have many reasons to use it often."

Several people nodded.

None of them understood exactly what about Su Bai had angered the heavens so thoroughly.

The Golden Core tribulation had already been bizarre.

This Nascent Soul tribulation had gone further.

Yet no one pressed him for an explanation.

Every cultivator had secrets.

After everything Su Bai had done for the sect, curiosity was not a sufficient reason to pry into his foundation.

The Ancestors fell quiet.

Only now did several of them truly notice the changes within themselves.

The vitality gained from the Heavenly Blessing Descent had not vanished.

Their old bodies felt lighter.

More importantly, the Heavenly Soul Benediction had strengthened their aging spiritual foundations.

The faint sense of decline they had become accustomed to over the years had receded substantially.

One Ancestor slowly examined himself and chuckled.

"I cannot remember the last time my soul felt this quiet."

Another smiled.

"Twilight Qi has stopped leaking from me."

The others checked themselves.

Similar results appeared among them.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man had not disappeared from existence, but for cultivators who had already begun feeling age gathering around them, that distant shadow had been pushed much farther away.

Several extra decades might have meant little to a young cultivator.

For people whose remaining years could already be counted with uncomfortable accuracy, it was priceless.

Their gazes returned to Su Bai.

The boy had nearly been beaten into the next life, yet somehow everyone around him had come away healthier.

One Ancestor sighed.

"That child really does suffer strangely."

No one disagreed.

...

At the sect boundary, Shen Youran had already returned to her post.

The number of visitors had increased again.

Righteous factions were no longer the only ones arriving.

Several neutral forces had appeared as well, while representatives from factions connected to Su Bai through Covenant Oaths gradually joined the gathering.

Shen Youran did not allow any of them farther inside.

"The sect is still handling the aftermath of the tribulation. Please remain beyond the inner boundary."

Nobody argued.

Those who had arrived earlier were particularly cooperative.

They had personally experienced the blessings. They had even glimpsed Heavenly Law because of the final pale-gold radiance.

Being asked to wait outside was a very small price.

A cultivator from one of the newly arrived factions noticed that his cultivation had become suppressed after entering the surrounding region.

His expression changed briefly.

The man beside him noticed and lowered his voice.

"The formation covers this entire range."

The first cultivator nodded.

Neither looked especially worried.

Radiant Sky Sect’s reputation was great.

More importantly, the heavens themselves had just showered the region in blessing.

Whatever else could be said about the sect, nobody expected it to suddenly rob a crowd of visiting cultivators beneath broad daylight.

Those who had arrived early were already explaining the tribulation to newcomers with expressions that became increasingly satisfied whenever someone reacted with disbelief.

Shen Youran ignored them.

Her spiritual sense remained directed toward the Main Peak.

Only after sensing that Su Bai’s condition was still stabilizing did the faint tension around her eyes ease.