Chapter One The Tomb of the Ancient Gods

　　Traversed the cosmic flood, condensed the heaven and earth Xuanhuang ...... Even if you get rid of the six paths of reincarnation, it is difficult to escape the turmoil of heaven and earth ...... 　　The God and Devil Mausoleum is located in the central zone of the Tian Yuan Continent, the entire mausoleum, in addition to burying the strongest human beings of all times and the top cultivators among the foreigners, each of the remaining graves is buried with an ancient god or devil, this is a resting place belonging to gods and devils. 　　The mausoleum was filled with green grass and fragrant flowers, without the forest of monuments, it would not be too much to call it a garden. Mausoleum periphery is tall snow maple tree, only the gods and devils mausoleum unique, rumored to be the deceased gods and devils aura. 　　Snow maple tree turquoise branches and leaves lush, with the breeze gently swaying, as if in memory of the former glory, snow-white petals flawless, such as snowflakes in the air like a diffuse sprinkle, which is the tears of the gods, seems to tell that once sad. 　　The day and night of the cemetery has a diametrically opposed scene. 　　In the daytime here fairy atmosphere, holy light sprinkled all over the mausoleum of every inch of the land, can see by the ancient gods and devils that indestructible powerful divine idea into a variety of gods and goddesses, and even see the western angels dance, can hear the eastern fairy singing, the entire mausoleum is in a kind of sacred atmosphere within. 　　If during the day this was the paradise of the gods, then at night this was the pure land of the demons. 　　Whenever the sun sets and the night falls, the dark demonic energy will begin to surge out from the cemetery, making the stars and moon lose their colors, and making heaven and earth bleak. At this time, one can see the phantoms of the legendary fierce gods and demonic shadows wreaking havoc in the mausoleum, and can hear the ancient evil spirit's wailing howl that makes one's scalp numb. 　　Sacred and horrible God and devil mausoleum is the Tianyuan continent east and west practitioners common worship of the holy garden, daytime can often see people come to pay tribute, even at night can see some special practitioners come to pay tribute to, such as: the east of the body catcher, the west of the undead magician ...... 　　The mausoleum is most peaceful only at sunset, and the whole cemetery is quiet, without a single sound. 　　It was another sunset, and it was time for the gods and demons to alternate their phases, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the gods and demons mausoleum solemn and somewhat eerie. 　　Each God-Devil tomb had been carefully tended to, and flowers were placed in front of each tomb. 　　Next to the tall God-Devil tombs was a small, low grave, which was unremarkable, with no tombstone, no flowers, and a simple little dirt bag almost level with the ground. With the passage of years and the erosion of wind and rain, this nameless grave has been forgotten in the corner. 　　In the evening sunlight the God and Demon Tomb Cluster appeared even taller, while the nameless grave appeared even more inconspicuous. However, at this very moment, a strange change occurred in this small, low grave, which slowly cracked, and the soil at the top of the grave began to roll downwards. 　　A pale palm reached out from the grave, followed by another, both palms grasped the edge of the grave with force, and a young man with a bewildered look slowly climbed up from the grave, his long disheveled hair was stained with dirt, and his broken clothes were tightly stuck to his body. Apart from his unusually pale face, the young man looked very ordinary, the kind of character that could never be noticed when placed in a crowd. 　　"What place is this? How did I end up here?" The young man muttered, looking at the patches of graves in front of him, he looked even more confused. 　　Suddenly he was deeply attracted by the inscription of a nearby grave, at this moment if someone saw that the youth was intently looking at the ancient writing on that tombstone, they would definitely be shocked, because this kind of ancient writing even the old scholars of the Ancient Culture Research Alliance could only shake their heads at it. 　　In the moment after reading the inscription, the youth's complexion changed dramatically and exclaimed, "The tomb of the Eastern Martial God War Wuji, is this ...... true? Is this really the legendary War Wuji who was the one who crossed the three worlds and six paths and reigned supreme back then? Could it be that the ...... god can't escape death either?" 　　Another tall god's tomb next to him once again made him feel shocked, "Tomb of Caesar, the Western God of War, Caesar? Could it be that Western Lord God who is clad in golden battle armor and holds a golden holy sword?" 　　He seemed to have thought of something and turned his head to look out in all directions, a tall tomb of gods and demons stood in the setting sun looking particularly eye-catching. 　　"Tomb of the Eastern Immortal Cultivator Peony Fairy, Tomb of the Western Goddess of Wisdom Nas, Tomb of the Eastern Martial Immortal Li Changfeng, Tomb of the Eastern Demon Cultivator Ao Cangtian, Tomb of the Western Great Demon Lord Lucifer ......" 　　"Oh my god! What happened to this world? Could it be that ...... all the gods of the past have died and are ...... all buried here?" The youth's complexion changed miserably, and an unbelievable look appeared on his face. 　　"But ...... how did the deities of the Eastern Immortal Fantasy Continent and the Western Demon Fantasy Continent ...... get buried together?" 　　Suddenly, the youth noticed the small grave at his feet, he froze at once, cold sweat soaked through his broken clothes, he was as cold as falling into the ice cellar. 　　"I ...... I climbed out ...... from the grave ......" He was two eyed and dumbfounded, his soul seemed to have been drawn out of his body, and he collapsed helplessly and softly to the ground. 　　"I am Chen Nan, I have ...... died, but ...... I have been resurrected ...... again." 　　Only after a long time did Chen Nan's empty eyes gradually gain a trace of life, finally revealing a shocked expression, "Heavens! What the hell is going on! Since I'm dead, why did they let me crawl out of the grave again?!" 　　"Did the heavens let me, a useless person, continue that mediocre life?!" After the shock had passed, Chen Nan's face had more of a pained look on it besides bewilderment as he closed his eyes and clasped his head with both hands with great force. 　　He clearly remembered that he had already lost and died in a duel, yet at this moment he was ...... 　　The past came to his mind scene by scene, and that which was, that which faded away, and that which was eternal ...... left too many regrets in his heart! 　　Heaven and earth were still vast, flowers and plants were still fragrant, yet his heart was empty, without a trace of landing. 　　After a long time Cinnan slowly rose from the ground, his eyes began to wander within the mausoleum, finally he was certain that this was a cluster of tombs belonging to gods and devils, and after the shock had passed, he gradually calmed down. 　　"The hardest gold steel rock tombstones have all been visibly carved with the vicissitudes of the ages, this will probably take ten thousand years of age, the vicissitudes of the seas and the earth, ten thousand years of age pass by, hehehe ...... thousand years of a dream!" Chen Nan sighed. 　　Looking at the tombstones that were like a forest, his heart was filled with doubts. 　　"Tomb of Xiao Zhen, the Whistling Heavenly Divine Tiger; Tomb of Cai Rui, the Three-Headed Demonic Dragon; Tomb of Liang Feng, the Martial Sage; and Curtain of the Divine Knight Ottoli ...... It seems that in addition to the gods and devils, there are also a few strong people amongst the human race and a handful of otherworldly cultivators buried here." 　　"What exactly happened 10,000 years ago? Why did the gods and devils who claimed to be immortal die? Why were the gods of the Immortal Illusion Continent and the Demon Illusion Continent buried together? Why was I buried here?" 　　The breeze gently brushed by, messing up his long, dirty hair and his lonely heart. 　　Chen Nan looked up to the sky and shouted, "Who can tell me what really happened?" 　　No one answered him. 　　In the distance, the tall snow maple tree drifted down a sky full of petals, fluttering in the air, the falling flowers were like a rain of tears, the deceased gods were crying! 　　"The gods are dead, the devils are extinguished, and I am still alive ...... God why did you let me crawl out of the grave, and where will I go from here?" 　　The sun was thinning, and the evening sun dyed half of the sky red, framing the red clouds in the sky with streaks of gold. 　　Chen Nan gathered up his lost feelings, he knew that there were some things that he simply had no choice but to move forward one step at a time. 　　He carefully filled the small grave under his feet with soil, and then walked towards the outside of the mausoleum. He couldn't help but stare as he walked through the snow maple forest filled with spiritual qi, he had never seen trees that contained such a strong spiritual qi. He secretly wondered if this was a new species of tree that had appeared during the long years of his "slumber". 　　When the white and flawless petals floated down in front of Chen Nan, his eyes blurred for a while, and his dusty memories were slowly opened up, which was also a time of falling flowers ....... 　　He remembered the "her" in his heart ...... 　　"The sea has changed, the human world is floating and sinking ...... Alas!" Chen Nan shook his head and took large steps toward the outside of the forest. 　　When he walked out of the Snow Maple Forest, it was also the time when the sun was setting in the west, the originally peaceful God and Demon Mausoleum was no longer calm, the dark demonic aura rose from the graveyard, and endless darkness began to envelop the entire cemetery. 　　Chen Nan vaguely heard a low roar coming from the rear, but he didn't pay any attention to it, thinking that the wild beasts had begun to come out after sunset. He stretched his muscles and bones and said to himself, "After ten thousand years, his body hasn't rusted yet." He knew that his kung fu wasn't too good, but he shouldn't have a problem dealing with ordinary beasts. 　　Not far ahead of the Snow Maple Forest appeared three thatched huts, a skinny and bony old man stood in front of the door, the old man's beard and hair were all hundred, and his face was engraved with weather-beaten wrinkles. 　　An inexplicable emotion welled up in Chen Nan s heart, this was the first person he had seen after he had been reincarnated as a human being, there was a trace of affection, a trace of loss, and a trace of confusion ...... 　　Ten thousand years ago he was born in front of his parents, and ten thousand years later when he was reborn, he was faced with such an old man. 　　"How could I associate my parents with this old man?" He smiled to himself. 　　The old man walked towards him tremblingly on a cane, making people look shocked, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. 　　Chen Nan hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man, who waved his hand, signaling him to let go, and said a few words to him with a reproachful tone, but Chen Nan did not understand a word. 　　The obscure speech caused a chill to run through his heart, and he suddenly awoke to the realization that ten thousand years had passed, and the continental language of his time had been set aside by history. 　　He had originally hoped to learn about the present world through the old man, but the language barrier dashed his hopes. 　　Seeing his dull gaze, the old man's face couldn't help but ease up, and his tone turned calm, but seeing that he still had a blank look on his face, the old man couldn't help but frown before pulling up his hand and walking towards the hut. 　　Chen Nan woodenly followed behind the old man, his intuition told him that the old man had no ill will towards him, but due to his speech impediment, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb. 　　The old man brought him to the front of the thatched hut and pointed his finger at the wooden barrel on the ground, and then pointed at the water well not far away, before walking into the house. 　　"Making me fetch water? Could it be that he wants me to work here as a laborer?" Chen Nan secretly guessed. 　　When the old man reappeared in front of him, he knew that he had misjudged the old man, and those withered palms handed over a set of semi-new clothes, the old man clearly wanted him to change and wash. 　　Looking at the faint smile on the old man's face, he couldn't help but blush, at this moment, he was ragged, disheveled and dirty. 　　Chen Nan's heart was gloomy for a while, how had he ever been in such a predicament ten thousand years ago, he silently lifted the wooden bucket and walked towards the water well. 　　He operated the true qi in his body, and with a slight force, the broken clothes on his body completely shattered and fell to the ground. 　　This was the Divine Silkworm Treasure Clothes of that year! Time is the most merciless, the precious clothes that were invulnerable to fire and water and invulnerable to swords and spears could not withstand the erosion of ten thousand years! 　　The cold well water washed away the dirt on his body, but could not wash away the troubles in his heart. 　　"What shall I do? If I don't know the language of the current continent, I can't communicate with people, 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 front of the thatched hut to smile at the old man and express his gratitude. 　　An aroma of rice came, and the old man slowly walked towards the nearby stove while signaling him to go over. 　　Chen Nan picked up the bowl of thin rice that the old man handed to him and sighed in his heart: ten thousand years, I didn't expect that I would still be able to sit at the dining table, the world is unpredictable! 　　His stomach was empty, he shouldn't eat greasy things, a bowl of rare rice was just right. After dinner, the sky had long since darkened, Cinnan followed the old man into the house, the old man lit candles, a little candlelight filled the hut with a gentle warmth. 　　The furnishings in the house were very simple, a wooden bed, a reclining chair, a desk. 　　The desk was immaculate, a dozen or so books were neatly placed on it, but Chen Nan did not recognize any of the words on the cover, after 10,000 years the words on the continent had long been completely different, he felt a loss in his heart. 　　After the old man walked towards another room, Chen Nan lay on the reclining chair with a lot of thoughts in his mind, but without a trace of joy. 　　Ten thousand years ago, although he had an illustrious family lineage, he himself was mediocre, living in that kind of circle, he was burdened with too much pressure and suffered from pain at all times. He has long been tired of that kind of life, if it is not cut off the heart of that attachment, death for him may not be a kind of liberation. 　　Creation, ten thousand years later he actually came back to life, although he got rid of that heavy pressure on his body, but everything has changed ...... 　　Chen Nan felt bitter and incomparable, his relatives and friends had long since returned to the underworld, and his confidant had long since returned to the yellow mound, and now he was the only one left alone in the world, and he felt uninterested in life. 　　He laughed to himself, "Have I gotten rid of history, or have I been abandoned by history?" 　　The candle tears dried up, the sparks flickered for the last time, and the room was plunged into darkness. 　　The window was dotted with stars, and the night was exceptionally peaceful, but Chen Nan tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep. 　　He forced himself to quiet his mind and run his family's Xuan Gong, he wanted to see if his power was still intact after ten thousand years had passed. 　　True qi swam through his body like a trickle, and after ten thousand years had passed, there was not the slightest change in the power within his body. 　　Due to the deliberate operation of his Xuan Gong, his senses immediately became sharp, and he could vaguely hear bursts of dull, mournful roars coming from the direction of the mausoleum, which was creepy. 　　"There are so many fierce beasts? This old man is so old and guarding the tomb here all by himself, it's really dangerous!" 　　Unbeknownst to Chen Nan, at this moment that old man had already walked into the Divine Demon Mausoleum, carrying a flower basket in his hands, filled with fragrant snow maple flowers. The old man turned a blind eye to those ferocious god phantoms and demonic shadows, he placed a few white jade-like flower petals in front of each curtain, his demeanor devout and unparalleled. 　　Chen Nan's "former residence", that small, low grave had almost disappeared due to the hollowing out and sinking of the floating soil, and was only slightly raised above the ground. 　　The old man walked over tremblingly, and sighed: "Alas! Who told you not to have a tombstone, I'm afraid that in the future you will disappear from the world's memory. This is good, one less point of glory, one more point of plainness, clean and free from people's disturbance. Go back to where you came from." 　　After saying that, the old man slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands, and carefully scattered the raised floating soil elsewhere, and the small grave completely disappeared. A dozen or so flower petals floated down from the air, leaving behind a burst of fragrance. 　　Early in the morning a ray of sunlight shone into the house from outside the window, Chen Nan opened his misty eyes and muttered to himself, "Strange, why didn't my father send anyone to urge me to practise today, yes, he's already almost stepped into the Immortal Martial Realm, how could he still have the time to care about me." 　　Suddenly he noticed the simple furnishings in the house, he sat up violently, and after a long time he muttered, "So this is all true, ten thousand years have passed by in a hurry!" 　　He gently pushed open the small door of the thatched hut to the courtyard, fresh air with the scent of flowers and grasses greeted him, refreshing his mind. A light mist lingered in the forest, slowly flowing, the birds were not alarmed when they encountered people, jumping around in the trees and crying softly. Chen Nan closed his eyes and felt this harmonious poetic state with his heart. 　　"You're awake?" The old man's voice came from behind him. 　　Chen Nan couldn't understand the old man's words, so he could only offer a smile. 　　After having breakfast, Chen Nan stood up and pointed to the path leading into the distance, waving his hand to bid farewell to the old man, before leaving he bowed deeply to him. 　　An hour later, he arrived at a small town. Since he was ordinary looking and wore the clothes of the current continent, no one paid any attention to him. 　　At this time, Chen Nan was both happy and sad, happy because his brand new life was about to begin, and sad because he didn't understand the current language of the continent. 　　Chen Nan was surprised to find that in addition to the black-haired and black-eyed people like him, there were also blonde-haired and blue-eyed residents in the town, in addition to red-haired and blue-eyed and blue-haired and black-eyed ...... 　　"It seems that too many things have happened in these 10,000 years, I must integrate into this society as soon as possible." 　　Chen Nan suddenly felt a chill down his spine and a chill in his heart, and with his intuition, he knew that an expert was staring at him. 　　A half a hundred old Taoist priest shook his head not far behind him and sighed, "Strange, just now I clearly felt an odd aura on this young man, how could it be gone under careful probing?" 　　It wasn't until the old Taoist priest walked away that Chen Nan dared to turn around and watch, he could only see a back shadow, light and dusty, floating like an immortal. 　　Chen Nan recalled what his father had said to him, "Chen Nan you must remember, anyone who can see through the flow of the internal breath of our family's Xuan Gong is not simple, either they are true martial arts masters or out-of-this-world cultivators, you must be extra careful!" 　　"He is a cultivator! Don't these types of people rarely walk in the earthly world?" Chen Nan was deeply aware of the terrifying nature of this type of person, and non-cultivated martial arts experts would not dare to make an enemy of them. 　　His father's words were still ringing in his ears, "...... remodeling the physical body, solidifying the Yuan Shen, and reaching the point where one lives in unison with the heavens and the earth, and shines with the sun and the moon, this is the ultimate goal of cultivation, the realm of the Immortal Way. And the path that we martial artists have to take is to cultivate our bodies against the heavens, so as to reach that legendary realm of Immortal Martial Arts.In most people's eyes, the path that martial artists take is inferior to that of cultivators, but ......" 　　His father did not continue, but Chen Nan already understood that martial artists were not incapable of fighting against the cultivators, because his father himself was the best example, even those who were successful in cultivation only spoke as equals after meeting him. 　　Thinking of this, Chen Nan's heart stirred, "I don't know if my father eventually stepped into the Immortal Martial Realm, if so ...... there might still be a day for father and son to meet." 　　However, when he thought of the forest of divine and demonic tombstones within that mausoleum, a wave of panic ran through his heart. 　　"If father stepped into the Immortal Martial Realm, I'm afraid it's hard to escape ......" 　　A pang of gloom came over him. 　　The streets were bustling with pedestrians coming and going, shouting to buy and sell, but Chen Nan felt lonely, he felt that he was an outcast of this world, mercilessly abandoned by history. 　　"I was mediocre, since I'm already dead, why was I allowed to climb out of the God's Tomb after a long period of time?" 　　A large dark cloud drifted across the sky, and the sky immediately darkened. 　　"Boom." 　　After a thunderclap, the stores on both sides of the street were closed, pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, and in a short while the street was cold and quiet, leaving him standing alone in the center of the road. 　　After the lightning and thunder, the rain poured down, the cold rain water drenched Chen Nan's clothes, he felt a cold body, however, even colder is his heart, his heart is cold. 　　"Though heaven and earth are large, where is my home?" 　　The sky and the earth were covered in a curtain of rain, and a lone figure walked in a daze on the streets, letting the rain hit his body wildly. 　　Ten thousand years ago, Chen Nan came from a martial arts family, and was highly talented in martial arts cultivation, and was favored by everyone. However, then a nightmare began, the family's Xuan Gong that he had been cultivating regressed instead of advancing, and he unexpectedly fell from the Second Sky's Mahayana Realm to the First Sky's Middle Stage. 　　At that time, his father was already standing at the peak of martial arts, such a family was bound to be watched by all sides, and the pressure that Chen Nan faced could be imagined. 　　In those gray days, cold mockery, hot irony ...... pressure from all sides, making him at a loss. 　　However, there was one person who always believed that one day he would be able to shine. Thinking of that "her", Chen Nan was saddened, and an unspeakable pain welled up in his heart. 　　"Yu Xin, do you know? The thing I regret the most is that I didn't say those three words to you at that time: 'I love you'." 　　Shaohua was easy to pass away, and red faces were easy to age. 　　Yuxin was the eternal pain in Cinnan's heart, the regret of his life. 　　Unable to discern the direction, Chen Nan stumbled and ran into an alleyway, he felt his chest was unbearable, and a bloody odor surged up from his abdomen. 　　"Wow." 　　He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing into the muddy water. 　　"Yu Xin ......" His eyes went black and he lost consciousness.