The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 398 Underground Palace
Zhao Ti looked at the gate and asked, "Brother Ya, is this the restriction on the underground palace?"

A crow landed on his shoulder and replied, "This is the place. It is a special Buddhist barrier called the Burial Barrier."

“Gui Zang Jin?” Zhao Ti said, “That’s a rather strange name.”

“The Buddha who returns to the burial site is one of the ancient Buddhas, but few temples in the world today enshrine this Buddha. My brother doesn’t read the scriptures, so naturally he doesn’t know this name,” the crow said.

"I really don't know. I only know the three patriarchs of Buddhism and some commonly known bodhisattvas," Zhao Ti said, somewhat embarrassed.

The crow nodded. The Three Patriarchs of Buddhism were three Buddhas who spread Buddhism far and wide. They were revered and respected by Buddhist disciples in later generations, and the Three Buddhas were enshrined in temples everywhere.

It pondered and said, "The burial of the ancient Buddha is far before the Three Buddhas, and can even be traced back to the time of our ancestors. There are not many traces of the Buddha left in the world, but there are several methods that have been passed down within Buddhism. The scriptures refer to it as one of the ancient Buddhas who opened the world."

Zhao Ti said, "I see. Then you must be among the founders of Buddhism?"

Crow said, “That’s right. By the way, my brother, the statue on the first floor of the pagoda above seems to be the one who is buried. I have seen pictures of this monk in some scriptures, and they look somewhat similar.”

"The statue on the first floor?" Zhao Ti thought for a moment. The Buddha statue on the first floor had a peculiar appearance, holding a strange tree branch. The leaves were painted with colorful colors to represent brilliance and light, which was very different from the Buddha statues enshrined in the temple.

“Indeed, it seems to be this Buddha.” The crow said, “Legend has it that this Burial Restriction was passed down by this monk, and it is one of the more powerful restrictions among the many restrictions in Buddhism.”

"Is this restriction very powerful..." Zhao Ti scratched his head upon hearing this, looking at the round door in front of him. The lotus and Sanskrit characters on the door faintly flickered with dark light, making the cave feel very eerie and terrifying. He couldn't help but ask, "Since it's so powerful, how can I enter?"

“Although this restriction is powerful, unfortunately, the demon race has passed down some methods to break human methods in ancient times. These methods were originally on the verge of being lost within the demon race, but because I wanted to come to the human race to find the Demon Summoning Banner, I went to great lengths to find these methods and learn them, including how to break this Burial Restriction,” the crow said.

"So Brother Crow has a way to break this restriction." Zhao Ti nodded.

“Of course I have a way, otherwise how could I dare to ask you for help so easily? Wouldn’t that be harming you?” The crow flapped its wings.

"However, this restriction has a peculiar feature: even if it is broken, it is not easy for the demon race to enter. In fact, not only the demon race, but other races besides the human race, once they enter, although they will no longer be harmed by the restriction, will cause a tremendous commotion that can be heard and detected within a radius of several miles. This is the special warning of this restriction."

“In that case, Brother Crow, you should set about breaking this restriction,” Zhao Ti said, secretly eager to see what the extraterrestrial demon looked like.

“Alright, time is of the essence, so let’s not delay. I’ll start breaking this burial ban now!” the crow replied, taking flight from Zhao Ti’s shoulder and heading straight for the round gate ahead.

Zhao Ti stared intently at the crow, and saw a huge black shadow slowly appear behind it. This shadow had wings with an astonishing wingspan and was constantly emitting black smoke.

The crows darted about incessantly in the void, each time leaving a trail of dark flame in the air. Their trails did not dissipate with their flight, but gradually intertwined, forming an incredibly wondrous pattern.

The huge black shadow behind it moved back and forth, and after a dozen breaths, its body was close to the round gate. Its wings quickly touched the lotus patterns on the round gate. Originally, those patterns emitted a bluish-white light, but under the crow's movements, the light gradually dimmed.

Zhao Ti frowned slightly. Was this martial arts or magic?

The crow said that there are many martial artists in the world, but few who know magic, or even rarer ones. But why does the method the other party is using now seem a bit unlike martial arts?
Zhao Ti was puzzled, but then he thought that his knowledge of martial arts was shallow. He only knew about the physical combat of fists and weapons. He had never seen or imagined any kind of supreme martial arts such as moving mountains and overturning seas or severing rivers with a single sword. Perhaps what the crow was using at this moment was such a supreme martial art.

His gaze remained fixed on the crow's body. He watched as the crow's final speed became so fast that it resembled a dark ball of light, leaving no trace of its movement. It simply tapped and knocked on the wooden door like a dragonfly skimming the water.

About fifteen minutes passed, and the light from the round gate almost completely dissipated, leaving only a small lotus flower at the top radiating a bluish glow. Only then did the crow stop its movements. It turned its head in the air and said to Zhao Ti, "Brother, you may enter now."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ti stepped forward to examine the door up close, only to find that it was neither iron nor wood nor stone, and he wondered what material it was made of.

The crow said, "Brother, you can just push the door open and go in. I shouldn't touch it again. The undying blue lotus above is the last barrier of this Burial Restriction. It cannot be broken and is used to warn non-humans from intruding."

Zhao Ti nodded, then stretched out his arm and pushed against the round door. The door showed signs of loosening, and he couldn't help but exert force. The round door silently and slowly opened more than a third of the way.

Looking through the crack in the door, all one could see was darkness; nothing could be discerned at all.

The crow said, "Brother, don't worry. Since the monk who opened the temple has erected a stele outside and left a message explaining the whole story, and listed the items, there is no danger inside the underground palace."

Zhao Ti agreed with what the crow said. The monk's stele described the events in detail, including the great war between humans, demons, and heavenly demons. Therefore, there was no need to set up traps in the underground palace. It would be better to simply set up various obstacles.

He first inserted the candle in his hand and vaguely saw the stone slabs on the ground. Then he stepped through the crack in the door. Just as his body was fully inside, the round door suddenly closed by itself.

Zhao Ti was startled, but then he saw that the surrounding area was brightly lit, with countless bright pearls shining around the underground palace, making the place as bright as day.

He felt a little relieved, and then looked around the place. He saw that the underground palace was several times larger than the first floor of the pagoda above, and it was nearly a hundred feet square. It would take several dozen breaths to walk from one side to the other.

Looking into the distance, Zhao Ti saw that the surrounding walls were also painted with murals, but unlike those in the thirteen-story pagoda, they were not depictions of Buddha saving the world and spreading the Dharma, but rather scenes of a great battle.

He walked along the wall, looking at the murals, and was shocked. His expression changed constantly. These murals depicted the last great battle between the human race and the demon race. It was extremely tragic, with countless deaths and injuries. It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Halfway through the movie, the scene began to change, with countless bizarre and monstrous creatures descending from the sky, ferocious and malevolent, intent on destroying the world.

These monsters range in size from mountains to insects, and come in all shapes and sizes. Some resemble beasts or ghosts, others are strange and monstrous, and still others have human faces and shapes.

Many of them have multiple heads and arms, are extremely long and have hundreds of legs. Those with bodies as small as insects generally have two, four, or six wings, and are brightly colored, transparent and crystal clear, like butterflies and bees.

Then another great battle broke out, this time even more devastating. Countless humans and demons died in the battle, and endless demons descended. The weapons and magical artifacts of both human and demon races danced wildly, destroying countless things and causing immeasurable casualties.

Zhao Ti's heart pounded as he looked at the picture. It was even more shocking than the inscription. Especially the images of the demons. The humanoid ones were alright, but the non-humanoid ones were terrifying to look at.

As you gradually walk towards the inner side of the underground palace, you will see three niche tables placed in front of the inner palace wall. The table is made of neither wood nor stone, but is made of the same material as the round door of the underground palace.

On the first table was a gourd, which should have been golden in color, but perhaps due to the ravages of time and some damage, it had lost its luster, turned blackish-yellow, and had a dull surface with some pits and bumps.

On the second table was a small, semi-transparent box, about the size of a palm, seemingly made of crystal, and its shape resembled a coffin shrunk countless times.

On the third table was a sandalwood box, about the length of a forearm and three or four inches wide, its contents unknown.

Zhao Ti thought for a moment, wondering if these were the three things written on the stone tablet. He examined them briefly before stepping forward.

(End of this chapter)