Tomb of the God.
Tianyuan Continent, central region.
In the dark sky, a thin crack appeared and a figure slowly descended.
[Mission 1: Host signs a contract with Chen Nan.]
When Chu Bei descended from the void, the system's voice rang in his mind.
Hearing this, Chu Bei recalled the condition to activate Level 14. The condition was to complete the mission issued by the system.
Feeling the rapid change of cultivation in his body, Chu Bei felt gratified. He then looked at the system map in his mind.
Chu Bei's expression changed. He could not figure out where Chen Nan was on the map. He was less than a kilometer away from Chen Nan.
After a short while, Chu Bei found a huge manor.
"Could this be the Cemetery of the Gods and Devils?"
Chu Bei recalled the plot of the Tomb of the God and looked at the huge manor in front of him. The two things gradually matched.
The Tomb of the God, this was the story of a main character who was reborn ten thousand years later.
Soon, Chu Bei arrived at the periphery of the cemetery. Tall snow maple trees were neatly arranged with lush green leaves. Under the gentle breeze, pure white petals drifted in the air like snowflakes. As he went deeper, the fragrance of the flowers assaulted his nostrils. It was intoxicating.
"Looks like Chen Nan hasn't climbed out of the grave yet."
Looking at the motionless red dot on the map, Chu Bei could not help but smile.
There were thousands of tombstones in the cemetery. Each tombstone was surrounded by a terrifying energy.
Looking around, there were thousands of nameless tombs. If it were not for the map marking, it would take him a long time to find Chen Nan's grave.
"Little brother, are you here to sweep the tombs? No one has been here for almost ten years. "
When Chu Bei walked past the first grave, an old voice rang in Chu Bei's ears.
Looking at the source of the voice, a skinny old man stood in front of the straw hut. He was walking toward him with a walking stick in his hands.
The old man had white hair and a face full of weathered wrinkles. His skinny figure was frightening, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
When the old man appeared, Chu Bei was stunned at first, but after recalling the old man's background, his expression returned to normal.
The Tomb Keeper was a top-notch expert of the Divine Tomb Plane!
"That little fellow should be climbing out soon, right?" Chu Bei greeted the old man with a slight nod.
However, just as Chu Bei spoke, the old man's expression changed.
"Fellow Daoist, are you from ten thousand years ago? Did he survive that battle? "
After a while, the old man changed the way he addressed Chu Bei. He began to seriously size up Chu Bei. His voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like the buzzing of a mosquito.
Chu Bei forced himself into the plot and sighed. "In that battle, Baitian lost, Demon Lord lost, Ghost Lord lost, Madman lost, Human King turned into a skeleton, and Space-Time's heart was stolen …"
One name after another came out of Chu Bei's mouth. Every time he said a sentence, he would sigh.
"Fellow Daoist, who are you? Are you a reincarnated person? One of the people who set up the game? "
Unknowingly, the old man's gaze had turned cold and sharp, locking onto Chu Bei. The slightly rising aura suppressed the void with a sizzling sound. Strange phenomena appeared behind him, and gods wept and ghosts howled.
Sensing that the old man's probing divine sense had been destroyed by the System, Chu Bei's expression became calmer. "The cause is caused by me, and the effect is destroyed by me."
"The cause is caused by you? What do you mean! "
Hearing Chu Bei's incomprehensible words, the old man was thunderstruck, and the incomparably terrifying aura instantly dissipated.
"You'll know one day."
Chu Bei continued to pretend to be an expert. "Now that my origin is damaged, I need ten thousand years to rest. What I can do now is to polish this chess piece and let him go further and faster. "
Looking at Chu Bei's serious expression, the old man's hand that was holding the walking stick trembled slightly.
"In the morning, there's an aura of life in the cemetery. He should be coming out soon."
The old man looked up at the sky, shook his head, and sighed. He turned around and slowly walked towards the tombstones in the east.
Chu Bei did not say anything, and just quietly followed behind the old man.
The old man stopped. In front of him was a small, short grave. Even among the hundreds of short graves, this one was the shortest because it was almost level with the ground. If the old man had not stopped here, Chu Bei might not have been able to discover the existence of this grave.
"This is the place."
The old man knocked on the ground with his walking stick. "I'm just a gravekeeper. I can't participate in the future."
After a long sigh, the old man walked towards the straw hut.
Looking at the old man's bleak back, Chu Bei felt an indescribable sorrow in his heart.
After shaking his head, Chu Bei sat cross-legged beside the small grave and waited quietly.
The old man brought him to the small grave, and it coincided with the red dot on the map.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Finally, the short grave changed. The ground began to crack, and the soil on top of the grave began to roll down.
A pale hand broke through the ground and stretched out, followed by another hand. Then, the two hands grabbed the edge of the grave, and a young man slowly climbed out of the grave.
The young man's face was clean and fair, and there was a chiseled coldness to it. His deep, dark eyes had an enchanting luster.
However, it was precisely this sculpture-like handsome face that was filled with confusion at this moment.
"Why is this hell the same as the mortal world?"
This was the young man's first sentence. After climbing out of the grave, the young man scanned his surroundings, and at the same time, he did not forget to tidy up his messy hair and tattered clothes.
"This is the mortal world," Chu Bei said indifferently.
"What? I'm still alive! Then what is this place? Why am I here? "
The young man was stunned at first, then he looked at Chu Bei and exclaimed, "Who are you?"
"Take a good look behind me first." Chu Bei did not answer the young man directly. Instead, he gave up his position and pointed behind him.
Hearing this, the young man stared at Chu Bei's original position, and his expression changed dramatically.
"The tomb of the Eastern Martial God, Zhan Wuji, how … how is this possible? Why would a god die? Is he really the legendary Zhan Wuji who dominated the Three Realms and Six Paths? "
The young man looked at another tall tombstone with an astonished expression, and his expression became more and more shocked.
"The tomb of the Western Martial God, Caesar. Caesar, the Western Martial God who wore golden armor and wielded a golden holy sword! "
The young man muttered. Every time he looked at a tombstone, the astonishment between his brows became more intense.
"The tomb of the Eastern Martial God, the Peony Fairy; the tomb of the Western Martial God, Nass; the tomb of the Eastern Martial God, Li Changfeng; the tomb of the Eastern Demonic Cultivator, Ao Cangtian; the tomb of the Western Great Demon King, Lucifer …"
The young man was already stupefied. His gaze that was filled with shock once again fixed on Chu Bei's body. "What exactly happened? Why are the gods of the past all dead? Why am I here? "
Chu Bei smiled and pointed at the young man's feet. "Look at where you are now."
"Coffin … coffin!"
Hearing Chu Bei's words, the young man looked down subconsciously.
In the next moment, the young man's expression changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. "Am I a zombie?!"
Chu Bei was shocked by the young man's mutterings. He shook his head and said, "You were indeed a dead man, but now you've come back to life."
"Come back to life?"
The young man's eyes were blank. "Why can I come back to life? Also, why are the gods of the Fantasy Immortal Continent and the Fantasy Immortal Continent buried together? What right do I have to be buried together with them? "
After saying that, the young man's soul seemed to have been sucked out of his body, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly. He had too many questions and couldn't understand everything in front of him.
What the hell was going on?!
The young man's gaze was fixed on Chu Bei. Perhaps this person could solve his doubts.
"Chen Nan, although you've come back to life, you haven't lost your memory. Do you still remember what happened ten thousand years ago? "Chu Bei looked at the young man calmly.
The faint voice drifted to his ears. Chen Nan's pupils abruptly constricted, and the astonishment on his face deepened. "Ten thousand years ago? You said I've been lying in this coffin for ten thousand years?! "
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