When the door was fully opened, Han Yu found that inside was a huge library with countless bookshelves and countless books arranged on each bookshelf, and each bookshelf seemed to be very ancient.

"It has a history of at least thousands of years." Han Yu looked at these bookshelves and thought to himself.

"Come in." The middle-aged man led Han Yu into the library and began to introduce: "This place is called Xingxiu Pavilion. Each book is a person's destiny, which is what we call destiny today. These books cannot be easily

If you open it for viewing, it can also be said that you cannot see it, except for one person."

"Who is this person?" Han Yu looked at these books and asked, also wondering where his own book was.

"Don't read, there is no book of your destiny here." The middle-aged man seemed to have read through his thoughts and said to him.

"Why?"

"Because you are the master of this world, the person in charge of the life and death of all things, no, to be precise, the god - the god of death, so only you can read these books," the middle-aged man opened his arms in a hug gesture and said to Han Yu

explained.

Han Yu was so crispy on the outside and tender on the inside at his words that he was frozen in place, unresponsive.

"Impossible, how could I be the God of Death? I'm just an ordinary person. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm absolutely ordinary." After a while, Han Yu said hurriedly. "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

"Nothing is impossible. I also said that only two people can enter this place, so I am a little sure, but everything is uncertain, so I am not too sure. When you open this iron door, I am really sure.

Because only those with the blood of Death can open this iron gate." The middle-aged man slowly explained to Han Yu.

But Han Yu still didn't believe it and looked at the middle-aged man with an expression of disbelief.

"Hey, come with me, I'll prove it to you." After saying that, he led Han Yu forward again. After a long time, they came to the center of the book pavilion, where a blood-red crystal floated quietly.

, flashing darkly and brightly, at this time, Han Yu discovered that all the bookshelves were arranged around this crystal, spreading out in circles.

"To prove whether you are the God of Death, just put your hand on the crystal. If the crystal does not react, it is not. Otherwise, it is." The middle-aged man pointed at the crystal and said to Han Yu. Han Yu heard him

He said, responded, and slowly walked towards the crystal, observing it as he walked.

"You are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Just as he was looking at it in ecstasy, a sweet voice suddenly sounded in his heart.

"Who?!" He shivered in fright. He looked around for the source of the sound but found nothing. Then he looked at the middle-aged man. Although the middle-aged man didn't know what happened, he still shook his head to indicate that it was not the source of the sound.

After he got the answer, he shook his head and looked at the water again

Jing. After a long time, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, made a decision, and slowly extended his right hand to Jing. The middle-aged man watched silently and saw Han Yu stretching out his hand, and the hand in the cloak slowly

She clenched her fist tightly and watched his movements nervously, as if she was worried about something.

When Han Yu's hand touched the crystal, both of them were nervous. They stared at the crystal closely for fear of missing something, but the crystal only flickered a few times, then dimmed and became unresponsive. Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

There is also sadness in relaxation, but the middle-aged man sighs.

"Did I guess wrong? It's impossible." The middle-aged man thought to himself in confusion. Just when he was about to count with his fingers, the crystal reacted and began to emit a strong light. Only then did he feel relieved, but

When the crystal began to emit light, Han Yu hurriedly tried to withdraw his hand, but found that the crystal seemed to have suction, sucking his hand tightly and unable to pick it up.

"Ah——" Soon, a strong light engulfed the two of them, illuminating the entire bookstore as if it were daytime...

When Han Yu woke up, he found that he was in darkness again. He started groping around and couldn't find an exit. He started to get nervous.

"You are finally here!" A pleasant voice sounded in his ears.

"Who?" The voice he suddenly remembered made him alert. He looked around for the owner of the voice, but found nothing. When he turned his head, he was suddenly startled. He had long silver ponytail hair, a purple windbreaker, and wide cuffs, like

It was the kind of clothes from ancient times. The windbreaker had a huge word "hun" written on it and she stood with her back to him and her hands folded.

"Who are you?" Han Yu asked him vigilantly, but did not receive an answer. Instead, the silver-haired man slowly turned around. After turning around, Han Yu found that he had a white mask on his face without any decorations.

There were two holes in the eyes, and a pair of purple pupils stared at Han Yu. Suddenly Han Yu felt like he was

Fo was looking at an ice cube. It was so cold that he shivered. The silver-haired man made some movement. He stretched out his hand, lowered his head, and slowly took off the mask. When he raised his head, Han Yu was shocked. This man was similar to him.

They were so similar, if it weren't for the silver hair, purple eyes, and ancient costume, Han Yu would have felt like he was looking in the mirror,

"I am the God of Death, named Yunhun Xiuyu, from your previous life." The silver-haired man spoke, but his last breath was untouched, "Today is the day you wake up, and I am able to show up."

"You,,,you all say that I am the God of Death, but do you have any evidence?" Han Yu still didn't believe it and asked bravely.

"No evidence is needed, you will understand." Hun Xiuyu said, and suddenly appeared in front of Han Yu, making him sit on the ground in fright. Then Hun Xiuyu slowly stretched out his palm and put it on Han Yu's forehead.

Yu wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't move. He just watched helplessly as he put his palm on his forehead. He saw Hun Xiuyu's

The palm of his hand issued a red command, and then he saw a purple light emitting from his body, which lasted for a long time, and then slowly disappeared, and he fainted. Before falling to the ground, he only heard Hun Xiuyu saying that he would send him

His cultivation and memory were passed on to him, and the bloodline of the God of Death was inspired. From now on, he can cultivate immortality on his own.

After passing out, Han Yu saw in his dream fragments of memories of Pangu opening the sky, Nuwa creating man, Nuwa patching up the sky, the battle between Gonggong and Zhurong, and the Battle of Zhuolu between Xuanyuan Chiyou, and even saw the scene in his dream.

That man with black horns and red hair, it turns out he

He is Chi Yun, the son of Chi You, and saw that in his previous life, he and the other eight gods led the six realms to fight against Chi Yun and the Jiuli tribe eight times in total. Because the seal could only last for a thousand years, each time was in a different era. He understood

Until those eight times, Chi can only be

The seals of Yun and the Jiuli tribe could not be killed. On the eighth time, they forcibly sealed Chi Yun. The Nine Gods also died and were reincarnated. He also appeared as the reincarnation of the God of Death. The ninth time Chi Yun will be awakened.

The strongest one was also Chi Yuneng

After successfully resurrecting Chi You, when the crisis in the six realms was at its greatest, it would even destroy the earth. Therefore, his mission was to find other Eight Gods and let them inherit the will of the Eight Gods to stop and kill Chi Yun and protect all sentient beings in the Six Realms... (To be completed
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