The world soars, the heavenly realm becomes a god, the qi refiner breaks through the sky with his body, feathers the flying immortals, and achieves the immortal god - according to legend, in the land of the distant eastern continent, there is a pure land, where it is sparsely populated, but it is worshiped by the people of the world and prays sincerely.

The Tomb of the Gods, where the gods and demons of the heavens are buried, the largest tomb in the world, the eternal flowers bloom on the other side, the immortal Biluo Spring, the weeping dusk, the dawn of all things, the flowers on the other side of the sky exude crystal blood and tears, the breath of gods and demons alternates between day and dusk, the golden soil breath and the dark demon marks are quiet and secluded, the fallen angel with broken wings, the holy apostle of light, the immortal ancient demon body, the blood-drenched ruined dragon, and the pillar of optimus that stands tall and earth......

The tombs of gods and demons that have existed in the world for an unknown number of years have people come to admire and worship every July 7.

This is a vast tomb that covers an area of thousands of miles, full of holy flowers on the other side during the day, and crystal blood-colored tears sounded at night. The breath of the Holy Spirit and the devil are intertwined, and this is the entrance to heaven and hell.

In the white and warm atmosphere, people quietly incense each grave, tie flowers to the owner of each tomb they worship, and the paper money flying in the sky ignites the stars, gilding the holy tomb with a layer of mysterious and hazy silver sand.

Whenever night falls, darkness covers the earth, the golden soil sets off the leylines and mountains, a trace of black streaks rises from the ground, the pitch black like the abyss of the devil makes people feel cold and frightened, the holy light dissipates, and then there is a terrifying scene of demons dancing wildly, ghosts crying and howling.

The tomb of the dark night is desperate, the darkness is like an abyss-like breath, penetrating into the darkness of heaven and earth, just looking at it from a distance, people can't help but tremble, it seems that every inch of soil here, every wisp of breath, is overflowing with a desperate fear......

Day and dusk, sunset and dawn, the world of gods and demons alternates day and night, day after day, year after year, cycle after cycle, as if it were eternal......

On this day, the tomb of the gods is like a perennial situation, countless people come to worship, and every year today, it is often the most lively and crowded moment in the tomb of the gods.

People line up one after another to go to the grave, arrange flowers, and enjoy this vast cemetery with a long history, the flowers of the other side in full bloom are immortal, the holy and dazzling flowers are shining, and the breath of peace and tranquility flows in everyone's heart, which lasts until dusk comes, and people are reluctant to leave.

The cemetery at night is terrifying, and no one wants to stay, because the horrific sight inside is enough to drive anyone crazy.

Today's night, the tomb of the gods is unusually quiet, the dark seeping space, an old man with a lantern staggered over, wisps of deep breath emanating from the ground, accompanied by low roars and heavy breathing in the dark night, one hand and claw poked out his head, and then...!

Just in an instant, the quiet and pitch-black mausoleum suddenly dimmed, and the sound of a landslide rising namelessly, and the howling of ghosts and wolves appeared in the dark space in an instant.

"Roar... Huh..."

"Hmmm... "Ahhh

The noisy and terrible voice was like the screaming of evil ghosts in the depths of the Nine Shadows, one by one skeletons crawled out of the ground, the bones made a "crunch" sound, and the broken palms mixed with blood and flesh pushed open the mound, revealing the headless mutilated body, and a divine dragon tore the earth, breaking half of its body, and let out a terrible roar......

Demons dancing, lightning and thunder, fallen black angels, fallen ancient dragons, nirvana phoenix... The divine general holding Fang Tian's halberd pierced through most of his body......

The gods and demons of ancient times have all turned into evil ghosts and sank here.

The old man with the lantern walked calmly on the grave road, and despite the terrifying sight in front of him and in his ears, he was still expressionless, just walking forward as if nothing had happened... The minions of the demons stretched out to his shoulders, and the broken demons wrapped around his feet, only to hear him snort coldly, the fierce ghosts from the Nine Shadows seemed to have suffered the most tragic torture in the world, and let out a terrible and incomparably sharp sound, and instantly annihilated into invisibility......

As if accustomed to seeing the gods and demons in the night of the mausoleum, the old man ignored their minions and walked straight to the center of the cemetery, and came to a mound.

It is an extremely small mound, but it is located in the heart of the entire vast cemetery, there is no incense, no paper money, and no flowers in front of the mound, which is a mound that is ignored by people because it does not look like a tomb.

The old man with the lantern was dressed in a thin gray coat, his face was like boot skin, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, his eyebrows were furrowed, his skin was dry and wrinkled like a corpse, but his eyes could refract an astonishing light, staring deeply at the hillock.

The cemetery is still earth-shattering, terrifying and infiltrating, the dark space is intertwined with the howling sound of ghosts crying wolves, lightning and flint, wind and thunder roaring, just like the real purgatory.

The old man stood for a long time, and when dawn was about to come, he waved his arm, and in an instant, the hillock split apart of its own accord.

At the same time, in the pitch-black mausoleum, black thunder rolled, and the sound of lightning and thunder was even worse, like the humming sound of the end of the world, suppressing the noisy and noisy cry of the cemetery, and then, a black thunder split the last layer of the mound, and a naked young man slept in front of him.

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The white horse passed through the gap, the blue cloud and the dog, and in the blink of an eye, a year passed, and the tomb of the gods ushered in the most lively day of the year, and people once again worshiped those tombs in the flowers of the other side.

This time, people saw a new face, it was a young man, about twenty years old, with short hair, handsome appearance, and his eyebrows exuded composure and calmness.

"It's been a year... Everything has changed......"

The man muttered to himself, his eyes seemed to be nostalgic, as if confused......

Beside him, an old man in gray walked over, looked at Xiuyu, who had been staring at the cemetery outside the hut for a year, and said calmly: "You are the descendant of the gods, the inheritor of gods and demons, your body flows with the essence and blood of all the gods and demons in the world, it is the end of the previous era, and you have inherited the will of an era, so——"

"You have to accept this reality!"

The old man's voice was very calm, very calm, this sentence since Xiu Yu woke up, he has emphasized more than once, this year, he tried to use countless excuses to calm himself down and accept this reality, but whenever he saw this powerful tomb that had resounded in the heavens, every night he would see the blood of the gods and demons in the past, and the legendary angel broke his wings, he couldn't calm down, and more was a shock and panic that was difficult to suppress and difficult to calm down.

It's like a dream, the dream of a dead man.

Xiu Yu shook his head in distraction, and once again said the question that he had asked countless times: "Why me!? The world has changed, my relatives are gone, my lover is gone, and I have died with me, why do I have to come back to life!?"

The old man looked at the people who were already getting fewer, shook his head and walked into the hut.

His name is Shouqi, he is the tomb keeper of this mausoleum, all the people who come to worship know him, he is an immortal old man, in countless records, generation after generation of people have seen him, now I don't know how many years have passed, the vicissitudes of life, thousands of trees move spring, the old man still exists, but people are not people, they are generation after generation of descendants.

The Tomb of the Gods is the most magical tomb in the world, and the old man who guards the tomb is the most mysterious old man in the world.

Xiuyu sat on the hut without a trace, watching that the sky had darkened, and his eyes fell on the grave not far away without blinking.

Sword Master!Dugu's Tomb of Defeat, the unpredictable Great Qi Refiner, the troll who slays the heavens with a mortal body...... Sword Demon! Sword Martyrdom, Death of the Gods...... Emperor Yan!The Empire of Summer, the First Emperor...... Tomb of the Buddha...... Tomb of the Twelve-Winged Angel...... Tomb of the Immortal Emperor......

The gods and demons that resounded in the heavens were all buried in this vast cemetery, and even the Qi Refiner who was once the first person in the world, the undefeated Sword Saint, was not spared, what happened, why did the gods and demons that reflected the heavens fall, why did I rise from here, why did I suffer such a fate?

Countless times why, countless times of incomprehension and doubt, Xiu Yu fell into painful memories again......

As night fell, the golden cemetery ground gradually receded, turning to a pitch-black earth, and the wails of gods and demons struggled to break through the earth again......

The next day, Xiuyu found the tomb keeper who was cleaning the mausoleum. Yesterday, the seventh day of July had just passed, and the cemetery was full of flying paper.

"Do you want to go out?" the grave keeper looked at him calmly, without half a mood swing.

In fact, in the past year, Xiu Yu has never seen the grave keeper show the slightest emotion.

Xiuyu nodded and said, "Well, I figured it out, since fate has chosen me, I have to accept it." In fact, it is not a good thing to be able to come back to life, at least to feel the aftertaste of the world again. ”

The old man continued to sweep the petals scattered on the other side, and asked, "Did you really figure it out?" He raised his eyes to look at Xiu Yu, and asked again, "Where do you plan to start?"

The sound of the wind rolled up the petals of the mausoleum, and the flowers on the other side of the sky were bright and bright.

A petal fell on Xiuyu's face, he thought about it, looked at the surrounding tombs, and finally lowered his eyebrows and asked: "I want to follow my father's footprints, but I don't know where to look, I hope you can give me a little guidance......"

In the past year, the old man guarding the tomb has said that he has been resurrected from the tomb of the gods, has the will to inherit the end of the gods in the previous era, and has a shocking secret, but he has never explained anything to him.

And he searched in this vast mausoleum, but he did not find his father's grave, and every cent of the land of the tomb of the gods, he carefully trampled on it to make sure that his father did not fall into the tomb.

The Tomb of the Gods has countless nameless mounds, but he knows that his father is a great man who shocks the world, weeps ghosts and gods, and Dugu seeks defeat Sword Saint all have tombstones that still exist, and many gods and demons who were once as famous as his father are here, but only no trace of his father has been found-

Perhaps, the father is not dead—or it is possible that the father may be long gone, but someone as powerful as my father will definitely leave his footprints in the world.

All in all, whether his father is still alive or not, he has to look for his father's traces, which may be the motivation for him to live at present, after all, he was a person who has long been desperate for death, and it is difficult to have the faith to live a second life.

"Your father...?" the old man shook his head, not replying.

Xiu Yu shook his head in disappointment, after all, he had talked about his father's deeds many times, but the old man guarding the tomb had never said that he had heard it.

No more questions, Xiuyu, who had already expected the result, finally asked: "Do you have anything else to tell me? If not, then I'm leaving..."

The old man sweeping the floor and shaking his head.

Xiu Yu took out a worn-out ancient book from his bosom and returned it to the grave keeper.

"The years are unforgiving, these have changed and I remember the words, so I'll give them back to you. ”

The flowers and leaves of the cemetery are falling.

Xiu Yu didn't say anything more, turned around and put on the package on his back, and left the tomb.

After a long time, the petals of the flowers on the other side of the sky fluttered again, the paper incense on the ground and other things left by people disappeared in an instant, and the day of the tomb sounded a quiet and peaceful music again.

The old man guarding the tomb looked at the sky, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes that he had never seen before: "The heir of the gods, the inheritor of gods and demons, the end of the world, and the will of the times......"

"There's also a grave mound ... What the hell...?"

The past will always make you confused, and persistently nostalgic for the past will make people decadent - Xiuyu