Grave of the Strong

Having traversed the vastness of the universe and condensed the mysterious yellow of heaven and earth... Even if one breaks free from the six cycles of reincarnation, it is difficult to escape the turmoil of heaven and earth

The Divine and Demon Cemetery is located in the central part of the Tianyuan Continent. Apart from burying the strongest and top cultivators in human history, every other tomb is filled with an ancient god or demon, making it a resting place for gods and demons.

The cemetery is lush with green grass and fragrant flowers. Without the vast forest of steles, it is not an exaggeration to call it a garden. On the outskirts of the cemetery are tall maple trees, unique to the God and Demon Cemetery, which are said to have been transformed by the spiritual energy of deceased gods and demons.

The green branches and leaves of the snow maple tree are lush, swaying gently with the breeze, as if reminiscing about the glory of the past. The snow-white petals are flawless and flawless, drifting in the air like snowflakes. These are the tears of the gods, as if telling the sadness of the past.

The day and night in the cemetery have completely opposite scenes.

During the day, here is a place filled with immortal energy, and the holy radiance spreads throughout every inch of the cemetery. Various deities transformed from the indestructible and powerful ancient gods and demons can be seen, and even Western angels can be seen dancing. Eastern fairies can be heard singing, and the entire cemetery is in a sacred atmosphere.

If this is the paradise of gods during the day, then at night it is the pure land of demons.

Whenever the sun sets and night falls, the dark demonic energy begins to surge out of the cemetery, causing the stars and moon to pale and the world to be bleak. At this moment, one can see the legendary visions of ferocious gods and demonic illusions raging in the cemetery, and one can hear the piercing howls of ancient evil spirits that make one's scalp tingle.

The sacred and terrifying God and Demon Cemetery is a holy place where practitioners from the East and West of the Tianyuan Continent worship together. People can often be seen to come to pay their respects during the day, and even at night, special practitioners can be seen to mourn, such as the Eastern corpse slayer and the Western necromancer

The cemetery is most peaceful only at sunset, and the entire cemetery is quiet without any sound.

It is another sunset, and it is time for the gods and demons to alternate. The afterglow of the sunset renders the divine and demon cemetery solemn yet somewhat eerie.

Every tomb of gods and demons has been carefully taken care of by people, and flowers are placed in front of each tomb.

There is a low and inconspicuous small tomb next to the towering group of divine and demon tombs. There are no tombstones or flowers, and a simple small mound is almost level with the ground. With the passage of time and the erosion of wind and rain, this unnamed tomb has been forgotten in a corner.

In the sunset, the group of divine and demonic tombs appears even taller, while the unnamed tomb appears even more inconspicuous. However, at this moment, the low and small tomb underwent a transformation, slowly cracking and the soil on the top of the tomb began to roll down.

A pale palm stretched out from the grave, followed by another. With both palms firmly gripping the edge of the grave, a young man with a bewildered expression slowly climbed up from the grave, his disheveled long hair covered in soil, and his broken clothes tightly adhered to his body. The young man, apart from his exceptionally pale face, looked very ordinary and was the type of character that could never be noticed in a crowd.

"What is this place? How could I be here?" The young man murmured to himself, looking at the graves in front of him, his expression even more confused.

Suddenly, he was deeply attracted by the inscription on a nearby tomb. If anyone saw the young man focusing on the ancient script on that tombstone, they would be surprised because even the senior scholars of the Ancient Culture Research Alliance could only shake their heads and sigh bitterly at this ancient script.

At the moment when he finished reading the inscription, the young man's expression changed dramatically and he exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the tomb of the Eastern Martial God Zhan Wuji? Is this really the legendary figure Zhan Wuji who once dominated the three realms and six realms? Is it... even the gods cannot escape death?"

The tall tomb next to him once again shook him. "The tomb of the Western war god Caesar, Caesar? Is it the Western god wearing golden armor and holding a golden holy sword?"

He seemed to have thought of something and turned his head to look around. Tall tombs of gods and demons stood out in the sunset, appearing particularly eye-catching.

"The tomb of the Eastern cultivator Peony Fairy, the Western Wisdom Goddess Nasi, the Eastern Martial Immortal Li Changfeng, the Eastern Demon cultivator Ao Cangtian, and the Western Great Demon King Lucifer..."

"Oh my goodness! What's wrong with this world? Are... the gods of the past all dead and buried here?" The young man's expression changed dramatically, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"But... how did the gods of the Eastern and Western magical continents be buried together?"

Suddenly, the young man noticed the small grave under his feet, and he was stunned. Cold sweat soaked through his broken clothes, and he felt cold all over like falling into an ice cellar.

"I... I crawled out of the grave..." His eyes were blank, he was stunned, his soul seemed to have been pulled away from his body, and he collapsed weakly to the ground.

"I am Frank, I have... died, but... I have come back to life..."

After a long time, Frank's empty eyes gradually became a little angry, and finally showed a shocked expression: "Oh my goodness! What's wrong with me! Since I'm dead, why did you let me crawl out of the grave again?"

"Does God allow me, a useless person, to continue that mundane life?!" After being shocked, Frank's face was not only bewildered, but more painful. He closed his eyes and hugged his head with both hands.

He vividly remembers that he had been defeated and died in a duel, but at this moment

Memories come to mind one by one, leaving behind too many regrets in his heart - the past, the fleeting, the eternal!

The sky and earth are still vast, the flowers and plants are still fragrant, but his heart is empty, without a trace of hope.

It was a long time before Frank slowly got up from the ground. His gaze began to wander within the cemetery, and finally he confirmed that it was a group of tombs belonging to gods and demons. After the shock, he gradually calmed down.

"The toughest gold and steel stone tombstones are clearly engraved with the vicissitudes of time. It will probably take ten thousand years, as time passes by, hehe... a dream for eternity!" Frank sighed.

Looking at the forest like tombstones, his heart was filled with doubts.

"The tomb of Xiao Zhen, the god tiger of Xiaotian, the tomb of Gairui, the three headed demon dragon, the tomb of the martial saint Liang Feng, and the curtain of the divine knight Ottoli... It seems that in addition to the gods and demons, there are also some strong humans and a few exotic cultivators buried here."

"What exactly happened ten thousand years ago? Why did the gods and demons who claimed to be immortal die? Why were the gods of the Immortal and Magic Continent buried together? Why was I buried here?"

The gentle breeze blew over his dirty long hair and also disrupted his lonely heart.

Frank looked up and shouted, "Who can tell me what exactly happened?"

No one answered him.

The tall snow maple tree in the distance falls petals all over the sky, fluttering and scattering in the air. The falling flowers are like tears, and the departed gods are crying!

"God is dead, demon is extinguished, and I am still alive... Oh my god, why did you let me crawl out of the grave? Where will I go?"

The sun is setting in the western mountains, and the sunset has dyed half of the sky red, setting the red clouds on the horizon with golden borders.

Frank picked up his lost emotions, knowing that there were some things he had no choice but to move forward step by step.

He carefully filled the small grave under his feet with soil and then walked towards the outside of the cemetery. He couldn't help but be taken aback as he passed through the snow maple forest full of spiritual energy. He had never seen a tree that contained such a strong spiritual energy before. He secretly suspected that this was a new tree species that had emerged during his long dormant years?

When the flawless white petals fell in front of Frank, a blur appeared before his eyes, and the dusty memories slowly opened up. It was also a season of falling flowers

He remembered the "she" in his heart

"The vicissitudes of the world, the ups and downs of the world... Alas!" Frank shook his head and strode towards 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 Cemetery was no longer calm, and a dark and demonic aura rose from the cemetery. Endless darkness began to envelop the entire cemetery.

Frank vaguely heard low growls coming from behind, but he didn't pay attention. He thought that wild beasts began to appear after sunset. He stretched his muscles and muttered to himself, "It's been ten thousand years, and his body hasn't rusted yet." He knew his martial arts weren't very good, but he should have no problem dealing with ordinary beasts.

Not far in front of the Snow Maple Forest, there were three thatched cottages. A skinny old man stood in front of the door, with a hundred strands of hair and a face engraved with weathered wrinkles.

Frank's heart surged with an inexplicable emotion. This was the first person he had seen since his reincarnation, with a hint of warmth, a hint of disappointment, and a hint of confusion

Ten thousand years ago, he was born in front of his parents, but when he was reborn ten thousand years later, he faced such an old man.

"How could I associate my parents with this old man?" He chuckled to himself.

The old man walked towards him with a crutch trembling and trembling, as if a gust of wind could knock him down.

Frank quickly stepped forward and helped the old man. The old man waved his hand, gesturing for him to let go and spoke to him in a reproachful tone, but Frank didn't understand a word.

The obscure and difficult to understand pronunciation made him feel a chill in his heart. He suddenly realized that ten thousand years had passed, and the mainland language of his era had been abandoned by history.

He originally hoped to learn about the current world through the elderly, but his language barrier shattered his hope.

The old man saw his gaze dull, his face couldn't help but calm down, and his tone became calm. However, seeing that he still had a bewildered expression on his face, the old man couldn't help but furrow his brow and then take his hand and walk towards the thatched cottage.

Frank followed the old man dumbfounded, his intuition telling him that the old man had no ill intentions towards him, but due to language barriers, he could only pretend to be deaf and mute.

The old man led him to the thatched cottage, pointed to the wooden barrel on the ground, and then pointed to the nearby well before entering the house.

"Let me go fetch water? Does he want me to be a laborer here?" Frank speculated to himself.

When the old man appeared in front of him again, he knew he was mistaken. His thin palms handed him a half new set of clothes, and the old man clearly wanted him to change.

Looking at the faint smile on the old man's face, his face couldn't help but turn red. At this moment, he was ragged, disheveled, and dirty all over.

Frank felt a sense of melancholy in his heart, realizing that he had never been so embarrassed a thousand years ago. He silently picked up the barrel and walked towards the well.

He activated his true qi inside his body, and with a slight force, his shattered clothes completely shattered and fell to the ground.

This is the divine silkworm treasure robe from back then! Time is the most ruthless, and even the precious clothes that were once invincible by water and fire, and could not withstand the erosion of countless years!

The cold well water washed away the dirt on his body, but could not wash away the troubles in his heart.

"What should I do? If I don't understand the language of the mainland today and can't communicate with people, then how can I survive in this world?"

Frank put on the clothes that the old man had prepared for him and walked to the thatched cottage, smiling at the old man to express his gratitude.

A burst of fragrant rice wafted through, and the old man slowly walked towards the nearby stove, gesturing for him to go over.

Frank picked up a bowl of porridge handed to him by the old man and sighed in his heart: It's been ten thousand years, but I didn't expect to be able to sit at the table again. It's hard to predict the world!

He has an empty stomach and is not suitable for eating greasy things. A bowl of porridge is just right. After dinner, the sky was already dim, and Frank followed the old man into the house. The old man lit a candle and lit it, filling the cabin with a gentle warm color.

The decoration in the house is very simple, with a wooden bed, a chair, and a desk.

The desk was spotless, with a dozen or so books neatly arranged on it. However, Frank didn't recognize any of the words on the cover. After thousands of years, the words on the mainland had changed completely, and he felt a sense of disappointment.

When the old man walked to another room, Frank lay on the armchair with thoughts in his heart, but there was no trace of joy.

Ten thousand years ago, although he had a prominent family background, he himself was mediocre and lived in such a circle. He carried too much pressure and constantly suffered from painful torment. He was already tired of that kind of life. If it weren't for the concern in his heart that he couldn't let go, death might not be a relief for him.

Fate played tricks on people, and after ten thousand years, he actually came back to life. Although he had freed himself from the heavy pressure on his body, everything had changed

Frank felt extremely bitter. His loved ones and friends had already returned to the underworld, and his beautiful confidant had also returned to the yellow soil ridge. Now, he was the only one living alone in this world, and he felt bored.

He mocked himself, "Did I get rid of history or was it abandoned by history?"

Candle tears dried up, sparks flickered for the last time, and the room fell into darkness.

Starlight dotted outside the window, making the night particularly peaceful, but Frank tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

He forced himself to calm down and operate his family's legendary martial arts. He wanted to see if his skills were still there after thousands of years.

True qi flowed like a trickle within his body, and after ten thousand years, his internal power remained unchanged.

Due to the deliberate use of Xuangong, his senses immediately became sharp. If he could hear dull and mournful roars coming from the direction of the cemetery, it would be chilling.

"There are so many fierce beasts? This old man is so old, guarding the tomb alone here is really dangerous!"

Frank didn't know that at this moment, the old man had already walked into the God and Demon Cemetery, holding a flower basket filled with fragrant snow maple flowers. The old man turned a blind eye to those ominous illusions and demonic illusions. He placed a few pure white petals in front of each curtain, with an extremely devout expression.

Frank's former residence, the low and small tomb, has almost disappeared due to the sinking of the hollow floating soil, only slightly protruding from the ground.

The old man walked over trembling and sighed deeply, "Alas! Who said you didn't have a tombstone? I'm afraid you'll disappear from the memories of the world in the future. It's better to be less glorious, more plain, pure and undisturbed. Go back where you came from."

After speaking, the old man slowly squatted down, reached out his hands, and carefully scattered the protruding floating soil elsewhere, completely disappearing the small grave. More than ten petals drifted down from the sky, leaving behind a fragrant fragrance.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone into the house from outside the window. Frank opened his confused eyes and muttered to himself, "It's strange that my father didn't send someone to urge me to practice martial arts today. Yes, he has quickly entered the realm of immortal martial arts, and there's no time to manage me."

Suddenly, he noticed the simple furnishings in the room and sat up abruptly. After a long time, he murmured, "So all of this is true. Thousands of years have passed in a hurry!"

He gently pushed open the small door of the thatched cottage and entered the courtyard, where fresh air with the fragrance of flowers and plants rushed towards him, refreshing and refreshing. A faint mist shrouded the forest, flowing slowly. Birds were not startled when encountering people, jumping back and forth on the trees, singing softly. Frank closed his eyes and felt the harmonious poetic atmosphere with his heart.

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

Frank couldn't understand the old man's words, so he had to respond with a smile.

After having breakfast, Frank stood up and pointed to the path leading to the distance, waving goodbye to the old man. Before leaving, he bowed deeply to the old man.

An hour later, he arrived at a small town. Due to his ordinary appearance and the clothes he wore were also from the current mainland, no one paid attention to him.

At this moment, Frank was both happy and worried. The joy was that his new life was about to begin, and the sorrow was that he didn't understand the current language on the mainland.

Frank was surprised to find that in addition to the people with black hair and eyes like him, there were also residents with blonde hair and blue eyes in the small town, as well as those with red hair and blue eyes, blue hair and black eyes

"It seems that too much has happened in these ten thousand years, and I must integrate into this society as soon as possible."

Frank suddenly felt a chill in his spine and a chill in his heart. Based on intuition, he knew that a master was watching him.

A half century old Taoist shook his head not far behind him and sighed, "Strange. Just now, I clearly felt a strange aura on this young man's body. After careful exploration, how could it disappear?"

Until the old Taoist walked away, Frank dared to look back. He only saw a back figure, indifferent and ethereal like a fairy.

Frank remembered what his father had said to him: "Frank, remember that those who can see through the circulation of our family's Xuangong internal breathing are not simple. They are not true martial arts masters, but also born cultivators. You need to be extra careful!"

"He is a cultivator! Isn't this kind of person rarely walking in the world?" Frank knew deeply about the terrifying nature of such people, and non advanced martial arts masters dared not be enemies with them.

My father's words still lingered in my ears: "... reshaping the physical body, solidifying the spiritual essence, achieving the same longevity as heaven and earth, and shining together with the sun and moon. This is the ultimate goal of cultivation, which is the realm of immortality. The path that we martial artists need to take is to cultivate ourselves against the heavens, in order to reach the legendary realm of immortality and martial arts. In the eyes of most people, the path that martial artists take is not as good as that of cultivators, but..."

His father did not continue, but Frank already understood that martial artists could not resist cultivators, because his father himself was the best example, even those who had achieved success in cultivation would only consider him as a peer after seeing him.

Thinking of this, Frank's heart moved. "I don't know if my father eventually stepped into the realm of immortality and martial arts. If so... maybe there will be a day when father and son meet."

But when he thought of the forest like tombstones of gods and demons in the cemetery, he felt a panic in his heart.

"If my father steps into the realm of immortality and martial arts, he may also find it difficult to escape..."

He felt a moment of melancholy.

Pedestrians come and go on the streets, shouting and selling one after another, creating a lively atmosphere. However, Frank feels extremely lonely, feeling like he is an abandoned child of this world, mercilessly abandoned by history.

"I was originally mediocre, but now that I have passed away, why did I have to climb out of the tomb after a long time?"

A large black cloud drifted across the sky, and the sky immediately dimmed.

Boom

After a thunderous roar, shops on both sides of the street closed one after another, and pedestrians hurried on the street. In no time, the street became deserted, leaving him alone standing in the center of the road.

After the lightning and thunder, it rained heavily, and the cold rain soaked through Frank's clothes. He felt a chill on his body, but what was even colder was his heart, which was extremely cold.

"Although heaven and earth are vast, where is my home?"

A rain curtain fell between heaven and earth, and a lonely figure walked aimlessly on the street, letting the raindrops hit him wildly.

Ten thousand years ago, Frank came from a martial arts family and had a high talent in martial arts cultivation, which was highly regarded by everyone. However, a nightmare began later, as his family's Xuangong, which he practiced, did not advance but retreated, and unexpectedly fell from the Mahayana realm of the second level to the intermediate level of the first level.

At that time, his father had already stood at the peak of martial arts, and such a family was bound to receive attention from all sides. The pressure Frank faced could be imagined.

During those gloomy days, mockery, sarcasm, and pressure from all directions left him at a loss.

However, there is someone who always believes that one day he will be able to shine brightly. Thinking of that "she", Frank felt a deep sadness and an indescribable pain surged in his heart.

"Yuxin, do you know? The thing I regret the most is not saying those three words to you at that time: 'I love you'."

Youth is fleeting, beauty is fleeting.

Yuxin is an eternal pain in Frank's heart and a lifelong regret.

Frank ran into a small alley without distinguishing direction, stumbling and stumbling. He felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest, and a bloody smell surged up from his stomach.

Wow

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, pouring it into muddy water.

"Yuxin..." His eyes darkened and he lost consciousness.