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

Time passes slowly, just like the sand in an hourglass silently slipping away. Each grain is the passing time, accumulating into an irretrievable past.

The Yuxi Bell in the divine world hangs high up. The body of the Yuxi Bell is as huge as a mountain, round and heavy, with a glittering surface engraved with creatures of heaven and earth, and the stars and the sea.

Dong—the Yuxi bell, which had been silent for many years, rang. The sound of the bell was like the sound of nature, melodious and profound, penetrating through layers of clouds and mist, and echoing between heaven and earth.

The sound of the bell spread throughout the world of gods, immortals, demons, monsters, and the underworld... The sound of the bell let all living beings in this world know...

Jimo God has returned from his calamity...

In the fairyland, all the fairies looked up to the divine realm above the thirty-three heavens, and every fairy’s face was filled with the same joy and smile.

"This is the sound of the Yuxi Bell. Lord Jimo has returned. This is really great. The demon world has been making a move recently. Lord Jimo has returned just in time."

"Yes, let's see if those ignorant people from the demon world dare to continue to cause chaos in the six realms."

In the demon world, many little monsters gathered around the big demon, chattering and gazing at the unreachable sky.

The Demon King and the elders of the demon world whispered to each other and gave up the idea of ​​joining forces with the demon world.

In the demon world, the Demon Lord looked at the thousands of demon lords who were ready to go in the distance, secretly clenched his fists to hide the uncontrollable anger on the surface.

In the underworld, the hand of Emperor Fengdu, who was reaching out to pick up the scroll, paused slightly. He looked up at the Fengdu City illuminated by the lights outside the palace and let out a long sigh in silence.

In the divine world, the Star Temple floats in the vast starry sky, shining brightly.

Inside the hall, the long-sleeping Jimo God slowly opened his eyes and woke up. Memories of his life in the mortal world instantly came flooding back and were deeply engraved in his mind.

The last scene in my memory kept appearing in my mind. It was a crying woman with tears all over her face, heartbroken.

"Yanyan..."

Subconsciously, he called out Zhang Hanyan's name softly.

"Master, you finally woke up. You don't know how bored I was staying alone in this empty temple these days after you came down to earth to experience the calamity.

Master, after you left, I went to Xianling Mountain to play, and saw Lord Biwu and Lord Haoyue and the other five gathered together, chattering, and I had no idea what they were talking about.

But when I looked at the expressions on their faces, I knew it wasn't a good thing, especially that Xuanming Divine Lord, who looked like a smiling tiger. When he noticed I was beside him, he actually glared at me. "

Jimo God looked at his spiritual pet, the Black Qilin. It was talking to itself as it ran towards him from outside the hall, its jet-black, shiny fur gleaming in the starlight.

He was speechless. The memories of the mortal world had been constantly eroding his heart, which had been silent for tens of millions of years.

He secretly clenched his fists, trying to suppress Zhang Hanyan who kept appearing in his mind.

He found that the more he tried to forget her, the clearer the memories of her became, as if she was standing in front of him, smiling.

"Brother, come and see, it's snowing, shall we go build a snowman together?"

Jimo God looked at Zhang Hanyan who was standing in front of the bed, smiling and extending her hand to him. He stood there in a daze, with stars flashing in his eyes, and slowly extended his hand.

At the moment when their hands were about to touch, she, with her sweet smile in front of him, disappeared into the wind. He tried to catch her, but in the end it was in vain.

Yanyan...don't go...

"Master, Master, why don't you say anything? When I came back, I heard from others that the Heavenly Sovereign of the Immortal Realm was preparing a welcoming banquet for you."

Mo Qilin looked at Jimo God with confusion, who had a look of loss on his face. He tilted his head and thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

Why does my master look like a completely different person after returning from the disaster?

The words "Immortal Realm, Heavenly Monarch" made Jimo Shenjun hide his lost emotions in the blink of an eye and frowned slightly.

He looked at Mo Qilin who was still talking incessantly, waved his hand, closed Mo Qilin's open and closing mouth, and let his ears get the long-lost peace and quiet.

The black Qilin kept slapping his mouth with his claws. After being cast under the silencing spell, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a single sound.

No matter how he rolled on the ground in protest, Jimo God did not even look at him.

The Black Qilin struggled for a while, but seeing that Jimo God had no intention of paying any attention to it, it could only lie quietly there and swallow its grievances alone.

Outside the Star Temple, the crown of the ancient banyan tree is as bright as a star, emitting a faint light. Jimo God stands under the tree, looking at the flying cranes in the distance.

The Jimo God was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, and his whole body exuded an aura that was not tainted by dust.

He just stood there quietly, like a snow lotus blooming in the snow, elegant, pure, yet noble and unparalleled.

In the all-white Star Temple, the only thing that is most dazzling is the red ribbon around the waist of Lord Jimo.

This dazzling red looked like the red wedding dress he had not yet had time to put on.

"Jimo Divine Lord, you are finally back. How are you doing? Are you happy during the time you have been going through tribulations in the mortal world?

Before you answer me, let's make it clear that when I wrote the fate book of your experience, I had discussed the whole process with you. It was you who asked me to write the process in a more difficult way. "

Sima Xingjun walked to Jimo Shenjun with a smile. Jimo Shenjun turned to look at him, putting aside the memories in his mind and frowning slightly.

"How is your fate?"

He opened his thin lips and spoke each word with a voice as cold as if it had been dipped in snow water.

"The Book of Fate? I always carry it with me. Why? Do you have any questions about the tribulation records I wrote for you? Didn't I show it to you before?"

"Show me again."

Lord Jimo stretched out his hand, and his words were filled with unquestionable firmness.

Seeing the obvious displeasure on his face, the God of Destiny did not dare to delay for even a second and immediately handed the book of life to him.

Under the puzzled gaze of the Star Lord of Destiny, the God of Jimo opened the life book in his hand. Words floated on the pages, recording in detail everything he was supposed to experience.

He took a quick look and found that what was written in the book of fate was everything he was supposed to experience during his trials in the mortal world.

Zhang Hanyan, who appeared outside the setting of the Fate Book, was not recorded in the Fate Book from beginning to end.

"Si Ming, I remember that the fate book you wrote has never made any mistakes. Regarding the matters of destiny that have already been determined, are there any exceptions?"

Jimo God stared at Siming Star God with a frown on his face. He wanted to know whether Zhang Hanyan, who broke through the fate setting and came to be with him, was the only exception in these tens of millions of years.

"This is impossible. I have been in charge of the Fate Book for tens of millions of years, and there has never been a person who can break the Fate Book's settings.

Why did the Lord ask this? Was it that when the Lord was going through the tribulation, a person with a different fate appeared beside him? Could the Lord tell me?"

The Star Lord Siming tightly grasped the life book that was thrown into his arms, and when he looked at the Jimo God whose face was as icy as ice, his heart and eyes were filled with intense curiosity.