When the old man walked to another room, Chen Nan was lying on the armchair with a lot of thoughts in his mind, but there was no trace of joy.

Although he had a distinguished family background thousands of years ago, he himself was mediocre. Living in such a circle, he was burdened with too much pressure and suffered from pain all the time. He was already tired of that kind of life, and if he hadn't given up

Despite the concern in his heart, death may not be a relief for him.

As luck would have it, he actually came back to life after thousands of years. Although he was freed from the heavy pressure on his body, everything had changed...

Chen Nan felt extremely bitter. His relatives and friends had long since passed away, and his confidante had long since returned to the loess. Now he was the only one left to live alone in this world. He felt lifeless.

He laughed at himself: "Am I getting rid of history, or am I abandoned by history?"

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

There were stars outside the window, and the night was extremely peaceful, but Chen Nan tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

He forced himself to calm down and use the family's mysterious skills. He wanted to see if his skills were still there after ten thousand years.

The true energy was swimming in his body like a trickle, and even after tens of thousands of years passed, the skill in his body did not change at all.

Due to the deliberate use of Xuan Gong, his senses immediately became sharper, and he vaguely heard waves of dull mournful roars coming from the direction of the cemetery, which was horrifying.

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

Chen Nan didn't know that at this moment, the old man had already walked into the Cemetery of Gods and Demons. He was holding a flower basket in his hand, which was filled with fragrant snow maple flowers. The old man turned a blind eye to those evil gods and demons.

Several petals as white as jade were placed in front of the curtain, showing a very pious look.

Chen Nan's "former residence", the low tomb, has almost disappeared due to the sinking of the floating soil after being hollowed out, and is only slightly raised from the ground.

The old man walked over tremblingly and sighed: "Oh! Who said you don't have a tombstone? I'm afraid you will disappear from the memory of the world from now on. It's better this way, less glory, more plain, pure and pure

, to be free from human disturbance. Wherever you came from, go back to where you came from.”

After that, the old man slowly squatted down, stretched out his hands, and carefully spread the raised soil elsewhere. The small grave completely disappeared. More than a dozen petals floated down from the air, leaving behind bursts of fragrant fragrance.

A ray of sunshine shone into the house from the window in the early morning. Chen Nan opened his blurred eyes and said to himself: "It's strange, why didn't my father send someone to urge me to practice martial arts today? Yes, he is about to enter the immortal world.

In the realm of martial arts, how can you still have time to take care of me?"

Suddenly he noticed the simple furnishings in the room. He sat up suddenly and murmured after a long time: "It turns out that all of this is true. Tens of thousands of years have passed by in a hurry!"

He gently opened the small door of the hut and entered the courtyard. The fresh air with the fragrance of flowers and plants rushed towards him, which was refreshing. A light mist lingered in the forest, flowing slowly, and the birds were not surprised when they met people.

, jumping back and forth on the tree, singing gracefully. Chen Nan closed his eyes and felt this harmonious poetic scene with his heart.

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

Chen Nan couldn't understand the old man's words, so he had to smile in return.

After breakfast, Chen Nan stood up and pointed to the path leading into the distance, waved goodbye to the old man, and bowed deeply to the old man before leaving.

An hour later, he came to a small town. Because he looked ordinary and wore the same clothes as today's mainland clothes, no one paid attention to him.

At this time, Chen Nan was happy and worried at the same time. He was happy that his new life was about to begin, but he was worried that he did not understand the current language on the mainland.

Chen Nan was surprised to find that in addition to people with black hair and black eyes like him, there were also blond residents in the town. In addition, there were also red hair and blue eyes, blue hair and black eyes...

"It seems that too many things have happened in the past ten thousand years. I must integrate into this society as soon as possible."

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

A half-century-old Taoist priest not far behind him shook his head and sighed: "Strange, just now I clearly felt a strange aura on this young man's body. How could it be gone after careful exploration?"

It wasn't until the old Taoist priest walked away that Chen Nan dared to look back. He only saw a back figure, calm and elegant, like a fairy.

Chen Nan remembered what his father said to him: "Chen Nan, you have to remember that the people who can see through the inner flow of our family's mysterious skills are not simple. They are either real martial arts masters or born ascetics. You have to

Be extra careful!"

"He is a cultivator! Aren't these types of people rarely walking in the world?" Chen Nan is deeply aware of the terror of such people, and non-competition masters with advanced martial arts would not dare to fight against them.

My father's words are still in my ears: "...reshape the physical body, solidify the soul, and reach the point where it can live as long as the heaven and the earth, and shine with the sun and the moon. This is the ultimate goal of cultivation, which is the realm of immortality. And what we warriors want to go

The path taken by warriors is to cultivate oneself against the heavens and reach the legendary realm of immortal martial arts. In the eyes of most people, the path taken by warriors is not as good as that of ascetics, but..."

His father did not continue talking, but Chen Nan already understood that warriors were not incapable of fighting against ascetics, because his father himself was the best example. Even those who were accomplished ascetics only regarded him as equals after meeting him.

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Thinking of this, Chen Nan's heart moved, "I wonder if my father finally stepped into the realm of immortal martial arts. If so... maybe there will be a day when father and son will meet again."

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

"If my father steps into the realm of immortal martial arts, I'm afraid he won't be able to escape..."

He felt sad for a while.

Pedestrians were coming and going on the street, shouting to buy, and the sounds of hawking were happening one after another. It was very lively, but Chen Nan felt extremely lonely. He felt that he was an outcast of this world, ruthlessly abandoned by history.

"I am mediocre. Since I have died, why did I crawl out of the tomb of the gods after so many years?"

A large dark cloud passed in the sky, and the sky immediately darkened.

"boom"

After a thunder, the shops on both sides of the street closed one after another, and pedestrians hurried on the street. After a while, the street became deserted, and he was left standing alone in the middle of the road.

After the lightning and thunder, heavy rain fell. The cold rain soaked through Chen Nan's clothes. He felt a chill all over his body. However, what was even colder was his heart, which was extremely cold.

"Although the world is huge, where is my home?"

There was a curtain of rain between the sky and the earth, and a lonely figure walked blankly on the street, letting the raindrops hit him wildly.

Thousands of years ago, Chen Nan was born in a martial arts family. He had a very high talent in martial arts and was favored by everyone. However, a nightmare began. He practiced the family-herited Xuan Gong instead of making progress and retreating.

He fell from the Mahayana realm of the second heaven to the middle level of the first heaven.

At that time, his father was already at the pinnacle of martial arts. Such a family was bound to attract attention from all directions. One can imagine the pressure Chen Nan faced.

During those gloomy days, cynicism, sarcasm... pressure from all directions made him at a loss what to do.

However, there is one person who always firmly believes that one day he will be able to shine. Thinking of that "her", Chen Nan felt sad for a while, and there was unspeakable pain in his heart.

"Yuxin, do you know? The thing I regret most is that I didn't say those three words to you: 'I love you'."

Youth is fleeting and beauty grows old quickly.

Yuxin is the eternal pain in Chen Nan's heart and the regret of his life.

Chen Nan didn't know the direction and stumbled into an alley. He felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest, and the smell of blood surged up from his belly.

"Wow"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell into the muddy water.

"Yuxin..." His vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

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It is necessary to mention that in the first chapter, there is this passage: Next to the tall tombs of gods and demons, there is a low small tomb. The small tomb is unobtrusive. There are no tombstones and no flowers. It is a simple tomb.

The small earthen bag is almost flush with the ground. As time goes by and eroded by wind and rain, this unnamed grave has been forgotten in the corner.

It can be seen from here that this small tomb is different from other tombs. In addition to the burial of the strongest among humans and the top cultivators among aliens, every other tomb in the Cemetery of Gods and Demons buries an ancient god or demon.

.But before the protagonist’s death, his cultivation level was mediocre, so wherever he could be buried, there must be something hidden in it.

The reason why I mention it is because several book friends have asked me why the protagonist is resurrected from the cemetery of gods and demons, but his cultivation level is mediocre. Haha, there is an answer in the article, and now that I have clicked on it, I will not answer this question again.

In addition, "the hardest diamond tombstones are clearly engraved with the vicissitudes of time, which probably takes tens of thousands of years." Chen Nan judged how much time had passed from here. Two book friends also asked me this question, so
Chapter completed!