Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Under the six realms of living beings, there are three thousand great worlds and three thousand small worlds. The Ghost Gate in the Netherworld is the only passage that connects all the worlds.

People in the six realms, whether they are mortals, demons, monsters, or immortals, will all die.

Mortals die from birth, old age, sickness and death, monsters die from heavenly thunder disasters, demons die from fighting for fame and fortune, and fairies die from the death of their immortal souls.

Even those high and mighty gods will die under the laws of heaven...

After death, all people will be taken away by ghost messengers. After entering the ghost gate, they will be reborn through the underworld as human beings or animals. Everything is recorded in the underworld.

The only way she wanted to find Zhang Qiling's soul was through the Netherworld. Among the six realms, the only way was through the Netherworld.

Yan Jun looked at Han Yan who was standing in front of him with a puzzled expression. After a moment of slight surprise, he bent down and saluted.

"I wonder if the God is stopping us from leaving because of something? If the God has nothing else to do, please let us go. The underworld has many affairs to attend to and we cannot delay any longer."

Han Yan looked at the Black and White Impermanence standing behind King Yan. Their shapes and appearances were exactly the same as the Black and White Impermanence she had seen in the book world before. There was no difference at all.

In the underworld, there are thousands of ghost messengers, but only the ones in power and those in charge are unique. It is impossible for a second person with the same position and appearance to appear.

"Lord Yan, I stopped you because I want you to answer a question for me. Don't worry, Lord Yan, you must know what I want to know."

"God, please tell me everything I know."

Han Yan was just about to speak when Xingchen, who had rushed to her side, suddenly jumped into her arms, interrupted what she was about to say, and rubbed her chin affectionately.

"Master, let's go back. Look at those fairies in the distance. I feel like they might be looking at you. Who knows, they might come to bother you again in a while."

Xingchen appears to be acting coquettishly, but in reality, only he himself knows how anxious he is.

It didn't want Han Yan to ask about anything about Zhang Qiling anymore. It felt that since Han Yan had returned to the God Realm and became the new female goddess, she shouldn't be obsessed with the past anymore.

Over thousands of years, it has seen too many fairies in the fairy world who have become obsessed with love. Their final outcomes are all similar, and no one of them has a good ending.

The plum blossom fairy fell in love with a mortal scholar. In order to be with him, she was willing to remove her fairy bones and become a plum blossom demon who could only barely maintain a human form.

But in the end, when the scholar passed the imperial examination, he actually found a high monk to pray for her soul to be reborn. The day she died was the day of the scholar's wedding with the prime minister's daughter.

I don’t know if the Plum Blossom Fairy ever felt a moment of regret at the moment she disappeared, regretting falling in love with that heartless and treacherous scholar from the human world.

Xingchen accompanied her in the human world for a hundred years in the form of a small system, and witnessed the development of her relationship with Zhang Qiling.

He knew better than anyone the deep feelings they had for each other.

He knew that Han Yan couldn't let go for a while, but she was a god now. Gods live as long as heaven and earth, and time is the best medicine to heal all sufferings.

He believed that one day, Han Yan would completely forget Zhang Qiling and become a qualified female goddess who only had all living beings in her heart and was not bound by small love but only had great love.

Han Yan ignored Xingchen who was acting cute, pressed down his furry head, and stared at Yan Jun who was waiting on the side.

"Lord Yan, I want to know whether all living beings in the three realms, six paths, and nine thousand worlds will return to the netherworld after death?

Even if they don't want to enter the underworld right away for some reason, the underworld will record their birth dates, death dates, and everything in their lives, right?"

"Yes, God. As long as there are living creatures in the Three Realms, Six Paths, and Nine Thousand Worlds, all their information will automatically appear in the Book of Life and Death in the underworld from the moment they are born."

Bai Wuchang, standing behind King Yan, stared at Han Yan, who was dressed gracefully in red. He couldn't tell why, but he always felt that the person in front of him seemed familiar.

Han Yan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deeply into her palms, as if only the pain could distract her from her inner anxiety.

Xingchen's long hair was pulled, and he howled in pain, struggling to jump out of Hanyan's arms.

"In this case, I would like to trouble Lord Yan to do me a favor. I want to find a dead person from another small world in the Book of Life and Death in the underworld. I want to see where his soul is now."

Yan Jun looked at Han Yan with a determined expression, pondered for a moment, and nodded hesitantly in the expectant gaze of Han Yan.

"Of course you can, but the God must ensure that after seeing the results you want to see, you will not interfere with the fate and opportunities of others without authorization."

"Okay, let's go then."

Han Yan couldn't wait to grab Yan Jun's broad black cloud-patterned sleeves and pulled him towards the South Heavenly Gate.

She walked too fast and did not see the flash of panic and anxiety in Xingchen's eyes.

What to do? What to do now? The master still has to go find Zhang Qiling. What if she can't find him? No, no... What if she finds him?

After thousands of years, her master finally fell in love with her. She would not miss any chance to meet Zhang Qiling again.

She is now a supreme deity, not a fairy. Gods cannot be tempted by mortal desires.

If the master's worldly desires were discovered by other gods... No, if Lord Haoyang discovered it, it would be all over... I have to go and take a look.

Xingchen's figure turned into a shining stream of light, following Hanyan's Lord Yan who had left long ago.

The Black and White Impermanence walked slowly behind. The White Impermanence frequently looked at the expressionless and indifferent Black Impermanence, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Just say what you want to say. Don't keep looking at me. It's annoying."

Hei Wuchang glanced at Bai Wuchang indifferently, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Hehehe... I just haven't figured out how to tell you this, Lao Fan. Do you think that the goddess just now is a little bit like someone we met in other small worlds before?"

Hei Wuchang recalled the Hanyan he saw in front of the Nantian Gate. Her red dress was as bright as fire, which reminded him of Zhang Hanyan whom he had met before.

They both wore fiery red clothes, and the aura that lingered around them, the way they spoke and did things, were very similar.

"Well, she looks a lot like her...but I don't know what the connection is between them."

Bai Wuchang stroked the mourning stick in his hand as if unintentionally, the corner of his mouth curled up in an upward arc, and a smug look appeared on his face.

"Isn't it easy to find out? Just go back and check and you'll know. Let's go, I want to know the truth as soon as possible."

When the two passed through the gates of hell and returned to the underworld, Han Yan was already in the Hall of Yama. The hall was gloomy and solemn, with Yama's throne in the center and judges' platforms surrounding it.

Lord Yan was sitting at the top. When he saw them come in, he waved his hand silently at them, signaling them to be quiet.

Han Yan was sitting aside, flipping through the book of life and death placed in front of her one by one. The judge was standing quietly beside her holding the judge's pen.

Xingchen curled up on the table, sweeping his furry white tail across the books on the table from time to time.