Let the system try to save the world

Xi Wanan was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't even tell whether the long sword he had just seen was a real thing or another illusion created by Shaxin to confuse him.

We can't just sit there and wait for death. Xi Wan'an touched the talisman on his chest that his master had given him to save his life. It contained a wisp of the soul of a cultivator who had reached the Great Perfection of the Incarnation of the Spirit.

After hesitating for a moment, Xi Wanan crushed the jade talisman with force, "Master?"

Venerable Qingzhu, who should have responded quickly, remained silent, and Xi Wan'an felt a tightness in his heart.

Rather than doubting that Su Xin's cultivation had surpassed the level of Hua Shen, he was more afraid that this was another illusion of his.

Xi Wanan looked around, trying hard to find anything out of place in his sight.

Occasionally, a few crows would fly by the abandoned graves, making shrill cries, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the town.

No. Even if he fully spread out his spiritual sense, he couldn't find any inconsistency around him.

Xiwan calmed himself down and decided that the most urgent thing was to leave here first.

He gathered his spiritual energy, flew up on his sword, and flew in the direction he came from.

After flying for some distance, he found himself still circling around the cemetery.

"What is going on?" Xi Wan'an became more and more anxious. He knew he was stuck in a dead end.

The reason was the same as before, he couldn't tell whether this was an illusion or not.

Xi Wan'an flew into the air, stepped into the void, and observed the order in which the tombstones were arranged. There was nothing worth noting around. The only thing wrong was these tombstones.

The arrangement of these tombstones must have formed a formation that prevented him from entering or leaving.

A crow happened to fly past him, leaving behind a series of strange cries.

Xi Wan'an looked at the crow and felt it was very strange.

When the crow circled and went around to the other side of him, Xi Wanan discovered that half of the crow's body was covered with black feathers, and the other half was white bones.

He was startled and quickly attacked the crow.

Who would have thought that the crow not only easily dodged his attack, but also opened its mouth and spit out a puff of black smoke to counterattack Xi Wanan.

Xi Wanan responded hastily and was nearly injured by the crow's attack. He steadied himself and his eyes became serious. It seemed that this crow was not simple at all.

Xi Wan calmed himself down and gathered a huge amount of spiritual power. Countless ice blades condensed from the air and directly pierced the dead crow into a sieve.

Xi Wan'an followed the crow's body to the ground. He was about to take a closer look, and just after taking a few steps, he suddenly heard a slight noise behind him.

Xi Wanan turned around immediately and saw a figure slowly standing up from behind a grave. It was a pale man with empty eyes and wearing tattered clothes.

Xi Wanan looked at him warily, preparing to mobilize his spiritual energy with one hand. He asked, "Who are you?"

The man did not answer, he just stared at Xi Wanan silently, then slowly walked towards him. As he approached, Xi Wanan felt an invisible pressure coming towards him.

"Don't come any closer!" Xi Wan'an used seven flying swords and threatened. He tried hard to identify the identity of the "person" in front of him. A zombie? A vengeful ghost?

The man did not launch an attack. He walked in front of Xi Wanan and stopped. He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly, and Xi Wanan could not move.

"Huh." Xi Wan'an took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He felt that all his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

"It's you." Xi Wan'an breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the person in front of him.

"It's me." Xi Tong nodded, and he retracted the finger that was touching Xi Wan'an's forehead. "I saw that you suddenly separated from Lu Jingming and the others, so I rushed over to take a look."

"I fell for the Heart Devourer," Xi Wan'an said regretfully, "twice."

"I don't blame you." Xitong shook his head. "He has practiced heart shaping for many years, and playing with people's memories is his specialty."

"You are so old, it's amazing that you can break a layer of illusion by yourself." Xitong said.

Xi Wan'an looked to his side and found that he was still in the coffin that he thought he had escaped from at first.

Now the words on the tombstone have become clear, as if they were outlined with golden ink not long ago.

"The tomb of the late father Liu Huiqiuniu." Xi Wan'an read the words on the tombstone, "Filial son... Qinxu stood respectfully. The two looked at each other, Xitong helped Xi Wan'an out of the coffin, and the two came to another tombstone to continue checking.

"The tomb of the late Empress Liu, the old lady of Yazi."

"The filial son Qin Xu respectfully stands."

"Are we digging up Qinxu's ancestral grave?" Xitong asked suddenly.

"I was buried there," Xi Wan'an explained quickly. He bowed to each of the tombstones one by one. "Ignorance is not a crime. I am sorry for offending the ancestors."

"Look at this." Xitong walked past the tombstones one by one, "These are the tombstones erected by Qinxu."

"In your Xuanqing world, a child can only have one mother, right?" Xitong asked.

"What else?" Xi Wan'an said frantically, "How weird is your world?"

"Oh, I just downloaded a novel about one child and ten mothers while I was waiting for you." Xitong said, "It's very interesting."

"I beg you to read less novels."

"Qinxu currently has five fathers and four mothers." Xitong counted and reported to Xi Wanan.

"I don't want to hear this." Xi Wan'an held his forehead wearily, but his rationality was still analyzing, "These are the names of the nine sons of the dragon."

"Qiuniu, Yazi, Chaofeng..." Xi Wan'an pondered, "If, as you said, Qinxu is a dragon, they are all beings of a lower level than him, why would he erect a monument for them?"

"Let's dig it up and take a look." Xitong knocked on the palm of his hand.

"No." Xi Wan'an shook his head like a rattle. "We are righteous monks. How can we dig up people's graves? Isn't this the same as those evil ways?"

"You righteous people have far more rules and regulations than the evil ones." Xi Tong was helpless, but he also knew how much the Long people valued their ancestors, so they would not insist on opening the coffin now.

Xi Tong stopped persuading him and started searching around the tomb, while Xi Wanan closed his eyes and meditated to restore his spiritual power.

Not long after, Xitong made a discovery and called Xiwanan over.

In an inconspicuous corner, Xitong found a broken stone tablet. The words on it were blurred, but the words "Qinxu" could still be recognized.

"This may be Qinxu's tombstone." Xitong rubbed his hands and said, "He is not dead now, is it okay for me to dig his grave?"

The corner of Xi Wan'an's mouth twitched. He could see Xi Tong's enthusiasm for digging graves.

"Then let's open it." Xi Wanan agreed.