Chapter 1: Ancient
Through the cosmic flood, condensed the heaven and earth XuanYang even if you get rid of the six paths of reincarnation, it is difficult to escape the turmoil of heaven and earth.
God and devil mausoleum is located in the central area of Tianyuan continent, the entire mausoleum, in addition to burying the strongest human generations, the top cultivators in the alien, the rest of each tomb is buried in the ancient gods or devils, this is a piece of God and devil belong to the resting place.
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.
During the day here, the immortal atmosphere, holy light sprinkled all over the mausoleum of every inch of the land, can see by the ancient gods and devils that indestructible and powerful divine idea transformed 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.
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, the whole cemetery is quiet, without a sound.
It was another sunset, and it was time for the gods and demons to alternate, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the God and Demon Mausoleum solemn and a bit 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 would never be noticed in a crowd.
"What is this place, how did I get here?" the young man muttered, looking at the graves in front of him, he looked even more confused.
Suddenly he was deeply attracted by the inscription on a nearby grave, at this moment if someone saw the young man was intently reading 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 in bitter sighs at it.
The moment he finished reading the inscription, the young man's complexion changed dramatically and he exclaimed, "The tomb of the Eastern martial arts god, War Wuji, is this really true? Is this really the legendary War Wuji, who had crossed the three realms and six paths and reigned supreme in those years? Is it hard for a god to escape death?"
Another tall god's tomb next to him once again shocked him, "Tomb of Caesar, the Western God of War, is Caesar the Western Lord God who was clad in golden battle armor and held 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 Ness, Tomb of the Eastern Martial Arts Immortal Li Changfeng, Tomb of the Eastern Demon Cultivator Ao Cangtian, and Tomb of the Western Demon Lord Lucifer."
"Oh my god what happened to this world have all the gods of the past died and are buried here" the young man's complexion changed miserably and an unbelievable look appeared on his face.
"But how did the gods of the Eastern Immortal Fantasy Continent and the Western Demon Fantasy Continent get buried together?"
Suddenly, the youth noticed the small grave under his feet, he froze at once, cold sweat soaked through his broken clothes, he was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"I I crawled out of the grave," he froze with both eyes lifeless, his soul seemed to have been drawn out of his body as he fell weakly to the ground.
"I am Tatsunami, I was dead, but I have risen again"
Only after a long time did Chen Nan's empty eyes gradually gain a trace of life, finally revealing a look of shock: "Oh my God, what happened? Since I was already 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, Chen Nan's face was not only bewildered, but more of a painful color, he closed his eyes and clasped his head with both hands.
He clearly remembered that he had been defeated and killed in a duel, yet at this moment he was
The past came to his mind one by one, that which was, that which faded away, that which was eternal left too many regrets in his mind
The sky and the earth were still vast, the flowers and plants were still fragrant, yet his heart was empty, without a trace of a place to stay.
After a long time Cinnan slowly rose from the ground, his eyes began to wander within the mausoleum, finally he was sure that this was a tomb complex belonging to gods and devils, after the shock, he gradually calmed down.
"The hardest gold steel rock tombstones have been obviously carved on the vicissitudes of the ages, it probably needs ten thousand years of age, the vicissitudes of the seas and the earth, ten thousand years of age, hey a dream of a thousand years," sighed Cinnan.
Looking at the forest of tombstones, his heart was filled with doubts.
"Tomb of Xiao Zhen, the Whistling Heavenly God Tiger, Tomb of Cai Rui, the Three-Headed Demon Dragon, Tomb of Liang Feng, the Martial Saint, Tomb of the Divine Knight, Ottolie It seems that in addition to the gods and demons, there are also some strong human beings and a few alien cultivators buried here."
"What exactly happened 10,000 years ago Why did the gods and devils who claimed to be immortal die Why did the gods of the Immortal Fantasy Continent and the Demon Fantasy Continent die Why were they 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 dropped flower petals, fluttering in the air, the fallen flowers were like a rain of tears, and the departed gods were weeping
"The gods are dead, the devils are extinct, I'm still alive God why did you let me crawl out of my grave, where will I go from here?"
The sun was thinning, the evening sun dyed half of the sky red, setting the red clouds in the sky with a golden edge.
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 earth, 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 drifted down in front of Chen Nan, his eyes blurred, and his dusty memories were slowly opened, it was also a time of falling flowers!
He remembered the "her" in his heart
"There are many changes in the world, and the world floats on and on," Chen Nan shook his head and walked out of the forest in large strides.
When he walked out of the Snow Maple Forest, it was also the time when the sun was setting, the originally peaceful God and Demon Mausoleum was no longer calm, the dark demonic aura rose from the graveyard, and endless darkness began to cover the entire graveyard.
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, "Ten thousand years, your body hasn't rusted yet, right?" He knew that his kung fu wasn't too good, but he shouldn't have any problem dealing with ordinary beasts.
Not far ahead of the snow maple forest appeared three thatched cottages, a thin and bony old man stood in front of the door, the old man's beard and hair are all hundred, full of wrinkles engraved with the wind and frost.
An inexplicable emotion surged in Chen Nan's heart, this was the first person he had seen after he was reincarnated as a human being, there was a trace of affection, a trace of loss, 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 trembling on a walking stick, making people look shocked as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
Tatsuo 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 Tatsuo Nan didn't understand a single 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.
"Let me fetch water does he want 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, the pair of withered palms handed over a set of semi-new clothes, the old man obviously 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 is the year of the God Silkworm Treasure Clothes ah time is the most merciless, when the water and fire invulnerable, invulnerable to swords and spears Treasure Clothes can not withstand the erosion of ten thousand years of age!
The cold well water washed away the dirt on his body, but could not wash away the trouble in his heart.
"What should I do If I don't know the language of the present continent, I can't communicate with people, then 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 hut to smile at the old man to express his gratitude.
An aroma of rice came from the hut, 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 never thought that I would still be able to sit in front of the dining table, the world is unpredictable!
His stomach was empty, he should not eat greasy things, a bowl of thin rice was just right. After dinner, the sky had long since darkened, Chen Nan followed the old man into the house, the old man lit candles, a little candlelight filled the hut with 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.
The gods had made a mess of things, and ten thousand years later, he had actually come back to life, and although he had gotten rid of the heavy pressure on his body, everything had changed!
Chen Nan felt bitter, his relatives and friends had long since returned to the netherworld, and his confidant had long since returned to the yellow mound, and now he was the only one left living alone in the world, and he felt uninterested.
He laughed to himself, "Have I escaped history, or have I been abandoned by it?
The tears of the candle dried up, the spark flickered for the last time, and the room was plunged into darkness.
The window was dotted with stars, and the night was extraordinarily 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 a burst 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, 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 the ferocious god phantoms and demonic shadows as he placed a few white jade-like flower petals in front of each curtain, his demeanor devout.
Chen Nan's 'former residence', the small, low grave had almost disappeared due to the floating soil sinking down after being hollowed out, and was only slightly raised above the ground.
The old man tremblingly walked over and sighed longingly, "Alas who told you to not have a tombstone, I'm afraid that in the future you will disappear from the world's memory. This is good, less glory, more plain, clean, free from people. 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 practice today, yes, he's already almost stepped into the realm of Immortal Martial Arts, so how could he still have the time to care about me."
Suddenly he noticed the simple furnishings in the house, he sat up violently, after a long time before 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 him. A light mist lingered in the forest, slowly flowing, the birds were not alarmed by the people they met, hopping around in the trees, crying softly. Chen Nan closed his eyes and felt this harmonious poetry with his heart.
"You're awake," the old man's voice came from behind him.
Chen Nan could not understand the old man's words, so he could only give 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 the old man.
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 people.
"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-hundred old Taoist priest was not far behind him, shaking his head and sighing: "Strange, just now I clearly felt an odd aura on this young man, how could it be gone under careful exploration?"
Until the old Taoist monk walked away, Chen Nan dared to turn back to watch, he only saw a back shadow, light out of the dust, floating like an immortal.
Cinnan remembered what his father said to him: "Cinnan you have to remember, the person who can see through the flow of the internal breath of our family's Xuan Gong is not a simple person, it is either a true martial arts expert or an out-of-this-world cultivator, you have to be extra careful"
"He's a monk, aren't these people seldom on earth" Chen Nan knew the fear of these people, non-expert martial arts masters wouldn't dare to fight against them.
His father's words were still ringing in his ears: "To remodel the physical body, to solidify the spirit, to reach the point of living in unison with heaven and earth, with the sun and the moon, this is the ultimate goal of cultivation, that is, 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 the cultivators, but"
His father did not continue, but Chen Nan already understood that martial artists were not incapable of fighting against cultivators, because his father himself was the best example, and even those who were successful in cultivation only spoke as equals after meeting him.
Thinking of this, Chen Nan's heart stirred, "I wonder if my father eventually stepped into the Immortal Martial Realm, if so perhaps there is still a day for father and son to meet."
However, when he thought of the forests of divine and demonic tombstones within that mausoleum, a wave of panic ran through his heart.
"If father has stepped into the Immortal Martial Realm, I'm afraid it will be hard to escape."
He was gloomy for a while.
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 am mediocre, since I have already died, why did you let me climb out of the God's Tomb again 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, the pedestrians 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 lonely figure walked on the street in a daze, letting the rain hit his body wildly.
"Where will I go from here? 10,000 years ago, even if I was mediocre, I was still the son of a family with unimaginable respect, but now I've lost everything, do I have to live a life of mediocrity in the vast sea of people?
"Haha, so what if I'm not willing, can you change all this? Ten thousand years ago you were mediocre and incompetent, ten thousand years later you'll still be mediocre"
Chen Nan asked himself, his face filled with pain.
"Yes, I'm a mediocre person, my family's Xuan Gong has regressed instead of advancing, and I've even fallen from the Mahayana realm of the Second Heavens to the middle stage of the First Heavens. Could it be that my qualifications are really too poor? People say that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, but I"
"At the age of nineteen, my father stepped into the Mahayana realm of the third heaven of the family's Xuan Gong and became famous all over the world, and at the age of forty, he was already standing at the peak of the martial arts path. I'm his own son. I'm twenty years old and I'm still at the First Sky."
"I know, father never blamed me, but I really can't accept this reality"
"Heh heh, father of a tiger, son of a dog. All my old friends talked about me behind my back."
"Maybe she's the only one who thinks I'll shine someday."
Thinking of the "her" in his heart, Chen Nan was saddened, and an unspeakable pain welled up in his heart.
"Yuxin, 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 is easy to pass away, and red faces are easy to age.
Yuxin was the eternal pain in Cinnan's heart, the regret of his life.
Unable to recognize the direction, Chen Nan stumbled and ran into an alley, he felt his chest was unbearable and a bloody smell surged up from his abdomen.
"Wow."
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing into the muddy water.
「Yuxin, I love you」 He lost consciousness as his eyes went black.
