Heaven and earth were compressed by the vastness of the cosmos into True Qi. You cannot escape the chaos of that War, even if you break the cycle of six reincarnations.

The central region of the Heavenly Gold continent is home to the devil's cemetery. Each grave is interred alongside an ancient corpse or demon, as well as the greatest cultivators of the various types 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 is not a forest of tablets there. It is said that the spirit of the deceased Qi and demon transforms the tall snow maple tree that borders the cemetery, which is exclusive to the magical and demon cemetery.

The snow maple trees' lush, green foliage sways gently in the breeze, seemingly 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 entirely different at night than it is during the day.

The eternal spirit is present during the day, and the cemetery is filled with holy radiance. Ancient gods and deities' immortal, potent thoughts have transformed a variety of gods. Even Western angels can be seen and heard dancing. The whole cemetery was filled with a sense of sacredness when the oriental fairy sang.

This is the pure land of the devil at night, if it is a paradise of the gods during the day.

The dark demon qi starts to surge from the cemetery 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 see the mausoleum's infamously fierce illusions and demonic ghosts raging.

The Heavenly Gold's Legacy and demon cemetery is a sacred and terrifying holy garden that is jointly worshipped by cultivators in the east and west of the Tianyuan mainland. 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 solemn and a little odd in the afterglow of the fading sun.

Each of the gods' and deities' tombs has been meticulously maintained and is adorned with flowers.

Beside the tall cluster of tombs and gods is a small tomb. The tomb is not noticeable. Both flowers and a tombstone are absent. Nearly flush with the ground is a basic little earthen bag. This unidentified tomb has been forgotten in the corner due to the passage of time, wind erosion, and rain.

The tombs of the gods and demons seem taller in the evening light, while the tombs of the unknown seem less conspicuous. But now the low-lying tomb was altered, the soil on top of the grave started to roll down, and the tomb gradually cracked.

One pale palm extended from the grave, then another, and two palms seized the grave's edge violently. A young man with long hair and a dazed expression slowly ascended from the grave. The shattered shirt clung to it, and it was covered in dirt. Apart from the young person's incredibly pale face, the entire person appears to be quite normal. In the crowd, this character is completely invisible.

"What is this location? "Why am I here?" The young man's expression was even more perplexed as he muttered to himself while gazing at the grave before him.

The inscription on a tomb next to him suddenly captivated him. A person would be shocked 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 changed after reading the inscription, and he exclaimed, "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 such great power? Is not 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 in the golden armor and holding the golden holy sword?"

He turned his head and looked out, as if he had thought of something, and the tall tombs of the gods and demons stood out in the sunset, looking especially impressive.

"The Tomb of the Aotian Heaven of the Eastern Demon, the Tomb of Lucifer, the Western Demon, 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..."

"My god! Why is this world so flawed? All of the gods from the past are buried here, are not they? The young person's expression suddenly changed to one of amazement.

"How are the gods of the Western Magical Land and the Eastern Fairyland buried together, though?"

The young man suddenly became aware of the tiny grave beneath his feet. He was as cold as an ice cellar and instantly froze, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.

"I was crawling out of the grave..." they said. His soul appeared to have been yanked from his body, and he collapsed to the ground, dazed and with blank eyes.

"My name is Chennan, and although I have... died, I have... been resurrected."

After a while, Chen Nan's eyes grew progressively irate before displaying astonishment: "Oh my God! What on earth! Why should I be allowed to climb out of the grave now that I am dead?

Why should I be allowed to climb out of the grave now that I am dead? 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 his defeat in the duel, but now… His heart was filled with too many regrets as he recalled the scenes from the past—the once, the faded, the eternal!

His heart is empty and has no signs of falling, 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 cemetery, his eyes started to fade. He eventually came to the conclusion that this was a group 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 long years of the past, hehe... an eternal dream!" "This will most likely take ten thousand years." Chen Nan moaned.

Like Lin, he was filled with doubts as he gazed at the tombstone.

"Xiao Zhen's tomb, 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.

"Ten thousand years ago, what happened? 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 am 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 crying, the flowers are like tears, and the tall snow maple trees in the distance are flying through the air with their petals falling!

"God is dead, the demon is gone, and I am still alive… 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 evening light tinted half of the sky, and the road 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 walked out of the cemetery after carefully filling the little grave beneath his feet with dirt. Walking through the snow-covered maple forest 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 species of tree that had emerged during the protracted "sleeping" period.

Chen Nan's eyes were briefly blurred as the white, perfect petals fell in front of him, and the dusty memory—which was also a time of falling flowers—was gradually reopened.

In his heart, he recalled the "she"...

"The world is ups and downs, the vicissitudes of the sea... Alas!" Shaking his head, Chen Nan strode into 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 thought the beast started to haunt after sunset, so he did not care when he heard a faint roaring sound from behind. "Ten thousand years, the body has not rusted yet," he told himself as he stretched his muscles. He is aware that his kung fu is not very good, but regular beasts should not 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 person for the first time. A hint of confusion, a hint of loss, a hint of friendliness…

He was born ten thousand years ago in front of his parents, but when he was born ten thousand years ago, he was confronted with such an old man.

"How can I associate my parents with this elderly man?" He smiled self-deprecatingly.

The old man approached him with a cane and trembled, making people look surprised, as if a gust of wind could knock him down.

Chennan hurried forward to assist the elderly man. The old man waved his hand, motioning him to let go. He said a few words to him in a reproachful tone, but Chennan did not understand anything.

He said a few words to him in a reproachful tone, but Chennan did not understand anything. He suddenly realized that 10,000 years had passed and the continental language of his time had been abandoned by history.

He had hoped to understand the world today through the old man, but his speech was incomprehensible, dashing his hopes.

When the old man noticed that his eyes were dull, he relaxed his face and tone, but when he saw that he was still blank, he frowned and pulled his hand back, walking towards the hut.

Chen Nan Muran followed behind the old man and intuitively told him that the old man was not malicious toward him, but that his speech forced him to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The old man led him to the hut, pointed to the wooden barrel on the ground and the nearby well, and then walked into the house.

"Can you let me go fetch some water? Is he asking me to be a coolie here?" Chen Nan made a secret guess.

When the old man appeared in front of him again, he realized he had blamed him incorrectly. The thin palms handed over a collection of used clothes. The old man clearly wanted him to change his clothes.

Looking at the old man's faint smile, he could not help but turn red. He was dirty, unkempt, and ragged at the time.

Chennan experienced sadness for a while. Ten thousand years ago, he was embarrassed. He silently lifted the wooden barrel into the well.

He channeled his true energy, and with little effort, the broken shirt on his body shattered and fell to the ground.

This is the God's Silkworm Treasure! Time is the most ruthless, and treasures that have not been invaded by fire or water, and are impervious to swords and guns, cannot withstand the erosion of thousands of years!

The cold well water removed the dirt from his body, but it did not wash away the troubles in his heart.

"What shall I do? I can not communicate with people without knowing the language of the mainland today, so how can I survive in this world?"

Chen Nan put on the clothes the old man had prepared for him and walked to the hut, thanking him and smiling.

A burst of rice fragrance greeted him, and the old man walked slowly to the stove next to him, motioning for him to pass.

Chen Nan picked up a bowl of porridge from the old man and felt emotional: 10,000 years ago, I never imagined I would be able to sit at the dinner table again.

His stomach is empty, so he should avoid eating greasy foods; a bowl of porridge will suffice. After dinner, the sky had already darkened. Chen Nan entered the house with the old man. Chen Nan entered the house with the old man.

Chen Nan entered the house with the old man.

The desk was spotless, with more than a dozen books neatly arranged on it, but Chen Nan knew none of the text on the cover. After thousands of years, the text on the mainland was completely unrecognizable, and he temporarily lost his heart.

When the old man walked into another room, Chen Nan was lying on the chair, full of thoughts but no joy.

Despite having a distinguished family history ten thousand years ago, he was mediocre. He lived within such a circle. He was under too much pressure and in constant pain. He was tired of living like that. Death might not have been a relief to him if it had not been for the part of his heart.

He was man-made and survived after ten thousand years, but when he relieved the heavy pressure on his body, everything changed…

Chen nan felt extremely bitter. His relatives and friends had already gone to the underworld, and his confidante had also returned to the Loess Ridge. Now that he is alone in this world, he is uninterested.

He laughed at himself: "Is it that I got rid of history, or that history has abandoned me?"

Candle tears dried up, the spark flashed, and the house went dark.

The night was unusually quiet, with only a few stars visible outside the window, but Chen Nan was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He forced himself to calm down and leave his family to teach Xuan Gong. He wanted to see if his abilities were still there after Wan Zai died.

True qi flows through his body like a trickle, and ten thousand years later, the skill in his body has not changed at all.

His senses became acute almost immediately as a result of Xuan Gong's deliberate operation. He was horrified to hear the dull sorrows coming from the direction of the cemetery.

"Are there so many beasts? This old man is extremely old. It is extremely dangerous to leave a tomb here alone!"

Chennan was unaware that the old man had entered the devil's cemetery and was holding a flower basket full of fragrant snow maple flowers. The old man was oblivious to the terrifying illusions and demonic virtual movies. He placed a few white petals of white jade in front of each curtain, and his expression was deeply religious.

Chennan's "former residence," the low, small grave, had nearly vanished due to the sinking of floating soil after the hollow, only slightly raised above the ground.

The elderly man walked shakily and sighed, "Ah! Who said you did not have a tombstone? I am afraid you will fade from the world's memory in the future. That is fine; one less glory, one more bland and clean. To avoid getting disturbed. "Where do you come from and where do you go back?"

Finally, the old man squatted slowly, stretched out his hands, and carefully spread the raised floating soil elsewhere, making the small grave completely vanish. More than a dozen petals floated down from the sky, releasing a sweet fragrance.

When a ray of sunlight entered the room through the window in the morning, Chen Nan opened his eyes and asked himself, "Strange, why did not my father send someone to encourage me to practice today? Yes, he has quickly entered the fairy. There is no time to control me in martial arts.

Suddenly, he noticed the room's simple furnishings. He sat up violently, and after a long time, he murmured: "It turns out that all of this is true, and the years have passed quickly!"

He gently pushed open the hut door and entered the courtyard. The fresh air with flowers and grass slammed into my face, which was refreshing. A faint mist lingered in the forest, flowing slowly, and the birds were unsurprised when they encountered people, jumping around in the trees and crowing gently. Chen Nan closed his eyes and felt the peaceful poetic environment in his heart.

"Are you awake?" The elderly man's voice came from behind him.

Chennan was unable to understand the old man's words and had to smile.

After breakfast, Chennan stood up and pointed to the path leading into the distance, then waved goodbye to the old man and bowed deeply before leaving.

One hour later, he arrived at a small town. Because he appears ordinary, and his clothes are similar to those worn on the mainland today, no one notices him.

Chen Nan was both happy and worried at the same time. He was excited that his new life was about to begin, but he was concerned that he would not understand the language on the mainland.

Chennan was surprised to learn that, in addition to people like himself who have black hair and black eyes, the town also has blondes, red hair and blue eyes, blue hair and black eyes…

It appears that too much has happened in the past ten thousand years; I must integrate into this society as soon as possible."

Chennan experienced a cold spine and a chill in his heart. He had an intuitive sense that a master was staring at him.

A half-century Taoist sighed and shook his head behind him: "Strange, I just felt a strange breath in this young man. "How could it be gone after such thorough investigation?"

Chen Nan dared to look back as the old Taoist walked away. He only saw the back view, which was both indifferent and elegant.

Chen Nan remembered his father's words to him: "Chen Nan, you must remember that people in our family who can see through the mystery of Xuan Gong are not simple." It is not the birth of a true martial arts master or a monk. You want. "Be very careful!"

"He's a monk! Is not this type of person rare in this world?" Chen Nan was deeply aware of the horrors of such people, and martial arts masters who were not cultivators were warned not to make enemies.

My father's words remained in my ears: "... 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." This is monasticism's ultimate goal: immortality. And we martial artists are going. The path of self-cultivation is against the sky, leading to the legendary fairy martial realm. Most people think the martial people's path is inferior to that of the monks, but…

His father did not continue, but Chen Nan already knew that the martial artist was capable of resisting the monks, as his father was the best example. Even if accomplished monks met him, they only spoke about them at the same age.

Thinking about this, Chen Nan moved in his heart: "I am not sure if my father has finally entered the realm of Xianwu. If that is the case, perhaps the father and son will meet someday."

But when he thought about the forest-like tombstone in the cemetery, he panicked.

"If my father entered the Xianwu realm, I am afraid it would be difficult to escape..."

He felt sad for a while.

People came and went down the street, and there was a lot of buying and selling, making it very lively, but Chen Nan felt lonely. He felt abandoned by both the world and history.

"I am mediocre. Why did I let me climb out of the tomb after such a long time when I was already dead?"

There was a massive cloud in the sky, and it instantly dimmed.

"Boom""Boom" After a while, the street became deserted, leaving him standing alone in the middle of it.

Following the thunder and lightning, heavy rain fell, and the cold rain soaked Chen Nan's clothes. He felt a chill all over his body. His heart, though, was even colder.

"The world is big; where is my home?"

There was a rain curtain between heaven and earth, a lone figure walking aimlessly down the street, and Ren Yudian smashed into him.

Chen Nan, who was born into a martial arts family ten thousand years ago, possesses exceptional martial arts talent. However, a nightmare began later, and he practiced his family heirloom without looking back or forward. He fell from the Mahayana realm of the second heaven to the first heaven's middle level.

At the time, his father was standing on Budo's peak. Such a family must be concerned in all directions. Chen Nan must be under a lot of stress.

During those depressing days, ridicule, sarcasm, and pressure from all sides left him at a loss.

However, there is someone who is convinced that one day he will be able to shine. Chen Nan became depressed after thinking about the "her," and UU read a book wwwwu.uukanshu.com with unbearable pain.

"Yu Xin, are you aware? The last thing I regret is that I did not tell you those three words, "I love you."

Shaohua dies, and his red face becomes old.

Yuxin represents Chen Nan's eternal pain and regret in life.

Chennan got lost and ended up in an alley. He felt uneasy in his chest, and a smell emanated from his robes.

"Woh" He opened his mouth, spitting blood into the muddy water.

"Yu, Xin..." His eyes were black, and he had lost consciousness.

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It is necessary to mention that in the first chapter, there is a passage: There is a small tomb beside the large group of gods and tombs, which is unobtrusive, with no tombstone, flowers, a simple The small earth bag sits almost flush with the ground. With the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain, this unknown tomb has become forgotten in the corner.

This small grave differs from other graves. In addition to burying the strongest humans and top alien cultivators, the other graves contain an ancient god or demon. However, before the protagonist died, Xiu was mediocre, and he could be buried.

I bring it up because several book friends have asked me why the protagonist was resurrected from the devil cemetery, but the cultivation is mediocre. Haha, the answer is in the article. Now that I have clicked it, I am not going to answer this question again.

In addition, "The hardest gold-steel tombstones have clearly been carved with the vicissitudes of time. This could take tens of years. This could take tens of years.