Heaven and earth were compressed by the grandeur of the cosmos, Xuanhuang. You cannot avoid the chaos of that day, even if you eliminate the six reincarnations…
The center of the Tianyuan continent is where the demon and graveyard are situated. Each tomb is accompanied by an old **** or demon, as well as the greatest cultivators of the many sorts and the strongest humans in history. This is where the Devil rests, a fragment of God.
It is reasonable to refer to the mausoleum's verdant grass and aromatic flowers as a garden if there isn't a forest of tablets there. The tall snow maple tree that borders the cemetery is exclusive to the **** and demon cemetery, and it is believed that the spirits of the deceased **** and demons have changed it.
The snow maple trees' rich, green foliage sways softly in the breeze, almost bringing back memories of their former glory. The snowflakes-like, immaculate white petals are the gods' tears, seemingly expressing their sorrow.
The scene in the cemetery is quite different at night than it is during the day. The eternal spirit is there during the day, and the cemetery is filled with divine radiance. Ancient gods and deities' everlasting, potent ideas have transformed a variety of gods. Even Western angels can be seen and heard dancing. The whole cemetery was in a state of sanctity when the oriental fairy sang.
This is the pure country of the devil at night, if it is a paradise of the gods during the day.
The evil demon qi starts to rush from the graveyard every time the sun sets and night falls, making Xingyue and the entire world gloomy. At this moment, you can hear the hideous moans of ancient evil spirits and observe the mausoleum's infamously violent illusions and demonic ghosts raging.
Cultivators in the east and west of the Tianyuan mainland jointly revere the holy garden known as the **** and demon cemetery, which is both sacred and horrifying. During the day, people frequently visit the memorial to pay their respects. Some unique cultivators, like the necromancer in the west and the corpse killer in the east, can be seen coming to grieve even at night.
At sunset, the entire cemetery is silent and quiet, making it the most tranquil time of day. The gods and demons had to take turns, and it was time for another sunset. The graveyard of the gods and demons looked melancholy and a touch odd in the afterglow of the fading sun.
Every tomb of the gods and deities has been carefully taken care of, and each tomb is filled with flowers.
Beside the tall cluster of tombs and gods lies a little tomb. The tomb is not noticeable. Both flowers and a tombstone are absent. Nearly flat with the ground is a basic little earthen bag. This unidentified tomb has been forgotten in the corner because of the passage of time, wind damage, and rain.
The tombs of the gods and demons seem higher in the twilight light, while the tombs of the unknown seem less noticeable. But now the low-lying tomb was altered, the soil on top of the grave started to slide down, and the tomb gradually split.
One pale palm extended from the grave, then another, then two palms seized the grave's edge violently. A young guy with long hair and a disoriented expression slowly ascended from the grave. The shattered garment clung to it, and it was covered with mud. Apart from the young individual's incredibly pale complexion, the entire person appears to be rather normal. In the crowd, this character is completely invisible.
"What is this location? Why am I here?" The young man's gaze was even more perplexed as he muttered to himself while gazing at the tomb before him.
The inscription on a tomb next to him suddenly captivated him. A person would be startled to see the young man viewing the old text on the tombstone at this time because even the elderly scholars can only shake their heads in disapproval.
The youth's face abruptly transformed after reading the inscription, and he said, "The Tomb of the Eastern Wushen War Promise, is this... is this true? Is this the same fabled figure who roamed the Six Roads and the Three Realms and wielded so great power? Isn't it true that God cannot avoid death?"
He was once more startled by the sight of another tall tomb beside him: "The tomb of the Western God of War Caesar, Caesar? Is that the Western God with the golden holy sword and golden armor?"
He turned his head and peered out, as if he had thought of something, and the lofty tombs of the gods and demons stood out in the sunset, looking especially impressive. "The Tomb of the Peony Fairy of the Eastern Immortal, the Tomb of Nasi, the Western Goddess of Wisdom, the Tomb of Li Changfeng, the Eastern Wu Xian, the Tomb of the Aotian Heaven of the Eastern Demon, the Tomb of Lucifer, the Western Demon …"
"My gosh! Why is this world so flawed? All of the gods from the past are buried here, aren't they?" The young person's demeanor suddenly transformed to one of amazement.
"But ... the gods of the Eastern Fairyland and the Western Magical Land ... how are they buried together?"
The young man suddenly became aware of the tiny tomb beneath his feet. He was as chilly as an ice cellar and instantly froze, his garments soaked in freezing sweat. "I ... I was crawling out of the grave ..." His spirit appeared to have been yanked from his body, and he collapsed to the ground, confused and with blank eyes. "I am Chennan, I have ... died, but ... I am resurrected …"
After a while, Nankong's eyes grew progressively irate before revealing a startled expression: "Oh my God! What on earth! Why should I be allowed to climb out of the grave now that I'm dead?"
"Does God let me useless person continue that mediocre life ?!" Chen Nan's face was more painful than dazed after the shock; he put his hands on his head and closed his eyes.
He was well aware of the fact that he had lost combat, but now... His heart was filled with too many regrets as he recalled the moments from the past—that once, that faded, that timeless... His heart remains empty and has no signs of dropping, even though the world is still big and the flowers and plants are still fragrant.
Chen Nan gradually rose from the ground after a considerable amount of time. In the graveyard, his eyes started to fade. He eventually came to the conclusion that this was a complex of tombs inhabited by demons and gods. He calmed down gradually after the shock.
"The most durable tombstones made of gold-steel have all been carved to reflect the ups and downs of the years. The sea's whims, the endless years of the past, hehe... an immortal dream!" "This will most likely take ten thousand years." Chen Nan moaned.
Like Lin, he was filled with misgivings as he gazed at the tombstone. "Xiao Zhen's grave, Xiao Zhen's tiger's tomb, the three-headed dragon's tomb, Wu Shengliang's tomb, the **** knight Otto's tomb... It appears that there are some powerful humans interred here in addition to the gods and demons. and a small number of uncommon practitioners.
"What took place ten thousand years ago? For what reason did the immortal gods perish? For what reason are the gods of the magic and fairy continents interred together? How come I'm buried here?"
His long, unclean hair and his lonely heart were both disturbed by the soft breeze. "Who can tell me what happened?" yelled Chennan Yangtian. He got no response. The dead gods are wailing, the flowers are like tears, and the big snow maple trees in the distance are floating through the air with their petals falling!
"I am still alive, the devil has vanished, and God is dead... Where will I go, God, and why did you allow me to crawl out of the grave?" In Xixi Mountain, the day was short, the dusk light tinted half of the sky, and the route to Phnom Penh was lined with red clouds. Chennan regained his emotions. He was aware that he had no other options and could only proceed cautiously.
He went out of the cemetery after carefully filling the little grave beneath his feet with dirt. Walking through the snow-covered maple woodland left him speechless. It was the strongest aura he had ever seen in a tree. He had a sneaking suspicion that this was a new kind of tree that had emerged over the protracted "sleeping" period.
Chen Nan's eyes were briefly unfocused as the white, perfect petals fell in front of him, and the dusty memory—which was also a period of falling flowers—was gradually reopened. In his heart, he recalled the "she"
"The vicissitudes of the sea, the world is ups and downs ... Alas!" Shaking his head, Chen Nan headed toward the woods. He left the snow maple forest as the sun was sinking. The once tranquil demon cemetery was not; the dark devil qi emerged from it, and the cemetery as a whole was enveloped in an unending blackness.
Chen Nan imagined the beast started to haunt after nightfall, so he didn't care when he heard a faint roaring sound from behind. "Ten thousand years, the body hasn't rusted yet," he told himself as he stretched his muscles. He is aware that his kung fu is not very good, but regular creatures shouldn't cause any issues.
In front of the snow maple forest, three cottages popped up. In front of the door stood a gaunt elderly man. The elderly man's face was marked with weather-wrinkled lines, and he had lost all of his hair. An emotion that could not be explained exploded in Chen Nan's heart. After his rebirth, he saw this individual for the first time. A hint of confusion, a hint of loss, a hint of friendliness... He was born in front of his parents 10,000 years ago, but when he was born 10,000 years ago, he encountered an elderly man. "How can I associate my parents with this old man?" He gave himself a sarcastic smile.
People stared in horror as the elderly guy approached him with a cane and shook violently, as though he may be blown to pieces by a sudden blast of wind. Chennan rushed to assist the elderly man. The elderly man gestured for him to release his grip with his hand. With a tone of censure, he spoke to him a few times, but Chennan didn't understand a word. For a moment, the unidentified voice chilled him. It dawned on him abruptly that 10,000 years had gone by and that history had abandoned the continental language of his day. He had anticipated that the old man would help him understand the modern world, but his unintelligible speech dashed his hopes. .
His eyes were dull, his face became peaceful, and his tone became quiet, but when the old man saw that he was still blank, he scowled, withdrew his hand, and moved in the direction of the hut. Following the elderly guy, Chen Nan Muran instinctively informed him that although the elderly man was not hostile toward him, his speech limited his ability to act deaf and stupid. After leading him to the hut, the elderly guy indicated the nearby well and the wooden barrel on the ground with his finger before entering the house. "Allow me to get some water. Is it his intention for me to act like a coolie here?" Chen Nan made a covert assumption.
He realized he had placed the incorrect responsibility on the elderly man when he reappeared in front of him. A set of used garments was passed over by the slender palms. It's clear that the elderly man wanted him to change. The old man couldn't help but appear red as he looked at the slight smile on his face. He was unclean, disheveled, and tattered at this time. For a time, Chennan felt depressed. He had been so ashamed ten thousand years ago. He carried the wooden barrel to the well without making any noise. With a little effort, the shattered clothing on his body dropped to the ground after he turned his actual energy.
This is the silkworm treasure of the gods! The cruelest thing is time, even valuables that were safe from water and fire and impervious to weapons like swords and guns could not survive the deterioration of thousands of years! The grime on his body was washed away by the cool well water, but the problems in his heart remained. "What ought I to do? How can I live in this world if I can't even connect with people without knowing the mainland language?"
Chen Nan walked to the cottage to thank the man and grin at what he had prepared for him. The smell of rice burst, and the elderly guy gestured him to move aside as he stepped slowly to the stove beside him. When the elderly man offered Chen Nan a bowl of porridge, he felt moved and said, "10,000 years ago, I didn't expect that I could still sit at the dinner table."
After donning the garments, the elderly He shouldn't eat anything oily because his stomach is empty; a cup of porridge is ideal. The sky was already dark after supper. Chen Nan and the elderly guy entered the house. When the old guy lit the candle, a small amount of candlelight cast somewhat warm hues across the cottage. The house is furnished with a desk, a chair, and a wooden bed. More than a dozen books were arranged neatly on the immaculate desk, but Chen Nan was unfamiliar with the words on the covers. He briefly lost his heart when he realized that the text on the mainland had completely changed after thousands of years.
Chen Nan was resting on the chair thinking a lot, but there was no sign of happiness when the elderly man entered a different room. Ten thousand years ago, he was unimpressive despite coming from a prominent family. He was a part of such a circle. He was constantly in pain because he carried too much weight. He had had enough of living like that. Death might not be a relief to him if it weren't for that part of his heart. Man-made, he lived for 10,000 years, yet even though he no longer had to deal with the strain on his body, everything was different.
Chennan was deeply resentful. His confidante had already returned to the Loess Ridge, and his friends and family had already left for the nether realm. He feels disinterested now that he is alone in this planet. "Is it that I got rid of history, or am I abandoned by history?" he asked himself, laughing. When the spark finally flared and the candle tears dried up, the house went dark. The night was unusually peaceful, with a small amount of starlight outside the window, but Chen Nan was having trouble falling asleep and was bouncing around in bed.
In order to instruct Xuan Gong, he made himself relax and manage his family. After Wan Zai's death, he wanted to check if his abilities remained. He has true qi swimming in his body like a trickle, and his body's skill hasn't changed in ten thousand years. His senses sharpened instantly as a result of Xuan Gong's purposeful activity. It was terrifying to hear the dreary melancholy emanating from the cemetery's direction. "There are a lot of animals? He is a really old man. It is quite risky to leave a tomb unattended."
Chennan was unaware that the elderly guy had entered the devil's graveyard at this precise moment. He was carrying a flower basket full of fragrant snow maple blossoms. Those ferocious illusions and evil virtual films were invisible to the elderly man. His face was quite religious as he positioned a few white petals of white jade in front of each curtain. The low, tiny grave that was Chennan's "former residence" was only marginally elevated above the earth and had nearly vanished as a result of floating soil descending after the hollow.
The elderly man moaned as he walked shakily, "Ah! Who informed you that your gravestone is missing? I fear that you will one day be forgotten by the world. That's okay, one less shining star, one more clean and uninteresting. to keep from being bothered. Where are you from, and where do you return to? The modest grave vanished entirely as the elderly guy finally squatted down, extended his hands, and carefully distributed the risen floating soil elsewhere. A lovely scent was released as over a dozen petals drifted down from the sky.
When a beam of sunlight entered the room via the window in the morning, Chen Nan opened his bewildered eyes and thought, "It's strange that my father didn't send someone to remind me to practice today. Yes, he entered the fairy realm quite soon. There is no time to control me in the martial arts domain. Abruptly, he became aware of the room's basic furniture. "It turns out that all this is true, and the years have passed in a hurry!" he muttered after he had sat up fiercely for a while.
He pushed the hut's door open softly and entered the courtyard. It felt wonderful when the grass and flower-filled fresh air hit the face. In the forest, a light mist persisted, moving slowly, and the birds were unsurprised to see humans. They jumped among the trees and crowed softly. Chen Nan closed his eyes and used his emotions to sense the peaceful poetic setting. "Are you awake?" From behind him came the old man's voice. The old man's statements were incomprehensible to Chennan, who had to smile.
After breakfast, Chennan got up, said good-bye to the elderly man, bowed deeply to him, and pointed to the route that led into the distance. He arrived in a small town an hour later. Because of his unremarkable appearance and the fact that he is dressed in mainland fashion, no one is interested in him. Chen Nan was now both happy and anxious. He was anxious because he did not understand the language on the mainland, but he was also excited that his new life was about to start.
Chennan was taken aback to see that, in addition to individuals like himself who have black hair and black eyes, the town also had blondes, redheads with blue eyes, and blueheads with black eyes. "It seems that too many things have happened this ten thousand years, I must integrate into this society as soon as possible." Suddenly, Chennan's heart froze and his spine went cold. He had a gut feeling that a master was looking at him. Not far behind him, a half-century Taoist sighed and shook his head: "It's funny that I only noticed this young man's peculiar breath. After thorough investigation, how could it have vanished?
Chen Nan dared to turn around until the elderly Taoist left. Only a back view, elegant and uninterested, was visible to him. Chen Nan recalled what his father had told him: "Chen Nan, you have to keep in mind that there are not many simple people in our family who can decipher Xuan Gong's riddle. It is neither a true martial arts expert nor a monk. You desire Be very careful! " "He's a monk! Isn't it rare to find someone like this in the world?" The martial arts masters who were not cultivators were afraid to oppose them since Chen Nan was well aware of the horror of such individuals.
"Reshape the body, solidify the primordial spirit, reach the point of living together with the heavens and the earth, and shining with the sun and the moon," my father had said, and I could still hear it now. This is the domain of immortality, the ultimate aim of monasticism. And we're going to martial arts To get to the fabled fairy martial world, the path of self-cultivation runs against the sky. Most people believe that the martial folk's way is inferior to the monk's, however….
Since his father was the greatest example, Chen Nan knew that the martial artist could withstand the monks even if he did not continue. Those who had achieved monks only discussed them with people of the same age, even if they had met him.
"I don't know if my father finally stepped into the realm of Xianwu," Chen Nan said movingly in his heart as he considered this. If so, perhaps the father and son will cross paths one day. However, a panic struck him when he remembered the cemetery's forest-like tombstone. "If my father stepped into the Xianwu realm, I'm afraid it would be hard to escape ..." For a while, he felt depressed.
Although the street was bustling with people coming and going and a lot of buying and selling, Chen Nan felt quite alone. He believed that history had abandoned him, just as this world had abandoned him as a youngster. "I'm only average. I'm dead, so why did I allow myself to exit the tomb so long ago?" The sky instantly grew dimmer due to a massive cloud. "Boom"
Following the thunder, the stores on each side of the street abruptly shuttered, and the people on the street quickly left. The roadway eventually became empty, and he found himself standing by himself in the center of the road. Chen Nan's clothing was saturated by the cold rain that came after the thunder and lightning. His entire body felt frigid. His heart, however, was even frigid. "The world is big, where is my home?"
Heaven and earth were separated by a rain curtain, and Ren Yudian struck him violently when he saw a lone stranger wandering aimlessly down the street. Chen Nan was born into a martial arts family 10,000 years ago and possesses exceptional martial arts skills. He practiced his family heirloom without going back and forth, nevertheless, when a nightmare started. In reality, he descended from the second heaven's Mahayana realm to the first heaven's middle level.
His father had been standing at the top of Budo at that moment. A family like that has to be worried about everything. One can imagine the pressure Chen Nan is under. He was at a loss during those depressing days due to sarcasm, mockery, and pressure from all sides. One person, nevertheless, never gives up on the idea that he would one day be able to shine. The thought of "her" caused Chen Nan to feel depressed and in excruciating pain for a while. "You know, Yu Xin? Last but not least, I wish I had said to you the three words, "I love you."
Shaohua perishes, red face changes old.
Yuxin is Chen Nan's life's regret and the source of his eternal suffering. Chennan lost his way and fell into an alley. A foul stench rose from his stomach, and he had discomfort in his chest. "Wow" spit blood into dirty water after opening his mouth. "Yu Xin ..." He passed out, and his eyes turned dark.
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,It should be noted that the first chapter has the following passage: Next to the enormous collection of gods and tombs, there is a modest tomb that is unobtrusive—no flowers, no monument, just a plain Nearly flush with the ground is the little earth bag. This unidentified tomb has been forgotten in the corner because to the passage of time, wind damage, and rain.
This makes it clear that this little grave is not like other graves. The greatest cultivators and the strongest humans are buried with aliens, while the other graves are buried with an ancient **** or demon. However, Xiu was mediocre prior to the protagonist's death, where he may be buried.
I bring it up because a number of my book pals have questioned me about why the protagonist was brought back to life from the demon cemetery despite the cultivation being only average. Yes, the article does have an answer. I won't respond to this question again now that I've clicked on it.
Furthermore, "The most durable tombstones made of gold-steel have clearly been engraved with the passage of time." It might take tens of years to complete. In addition to two book friends asking me this question, Chen Nan assessed how long it had been since then, so I mentioned it.