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

In the Xuanbing Secret Realm, wherever the eyes can see, it is all white. Occasionally, one or two monsters fly by quickly and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Han Yan frowned and looked around. The more he looked, the more he felt that every scene and object in front of him revealed a deep sense of familiarity.

"Lord God, has this Mysterious Ice Secret Realm always been like this?"

She carefully checked every place she passed, but did not find any trace of human intervention on the rugged rocks.

"I don't know. This is my first time here, too."

Jimo God's eyes moved around, taking in everything in the Xuanbing Secret Realm.

Every part of this mysterious ice secret realm is exactly the same as the Yunding Palace in Changbai Mountain. Could it be that... the place where I will go after my tribulation has been arranged by someone from the beginning?

Han Yan looked at everything familiar in front of her, her pair of watery eyes seemed covered with a layer of mist and rain of the Jiangnan water town.

She looks aggrieved and sad, and just one glance can make people feel distressed.

Jimo God looked at Han Yan intentionally or unintentionally. The sadness in her eyes made him frown, and his hands, which were originally placed on both sides of his body, slowly clenched into fists.

Yanyan...are you thinking of the past again...

His eyelashes drooped as he stared at the snow covering the ground. His Adam's apple rolled a few times, and soon he raised his eyes again, looked at her, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look well."

His cold voice suddenly sounded, and in a trance, Han Yan almost thought that the person who spoke was Zhang Qiling.

She looked at the face that was completely different from Zhang Qiling, came to her senses, and quickly looked away at the snowflakes floating in the distance.

"Nothing, I just remembered an old friend."

Jimo God looked at her and had an urge to hold her in his arms immediately.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and forcibly suppressed the thoughts.

"Can Lord Hanyan tell me about your old friend?"

"That is my own business. It has nothing to do with God. Please don't interfere."

There was no warmth in Han Yan's eyes, and no waves in her tone, but her gloomy face seemed to indicate the calm before the storm.

"I am being nosy. Let's go. The seal is just ahead."

Jimo God strode forward, and Hanyan followed closely behind him. In the ice and snow, they were the only two walking together. Xingchen and Mo Qilin waited on the cliff, awaiting their return.

The seal that seals the Demon Abyss is in the shape of a huge disc with delicate patterns carved on it. The patterns are covered by the wind and snow, so their specific appearance cannot be seen for a while.

Han Yan looked at the corner of the seal that was revealed. A grinning little ghost was being held down by an animal's claws, making it unable to move.

No one knew the pattern better than her. Even if it was just a small corner, she could immediately and clearly make out the complete appearance of the pattern buried by the snow.

Qilin tramples ghosts!

She turned her head suddenly and looked back the way she came. On the cliff, Mo Qilin was sitting leisurely on a rock, swinging his legs. Xingchen was held in his arms, and he was gently stroking her snow-white fur.

The Black Qilin, the God of Jimo, the Qilin stepping on ghosts, the Demonic Abyss...what exactly do all these have to do with that world.

When Lord Jimo saw the pattern on the seal, he was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment. He quickly concealed the shock in his eyes and his face remained normal, without any sign of abnormality.

"My Lord, is this really your first time here?"

"Well, I was born not long ago during the great war between gods and demons tens of millions of years ago. After Mo Yuan was captured, it was Haoyang Tianzun who brought other gods to seal him. I did not come with them."

He looked at Han Yan with a straight gaze, his eyes were passionate and honest. He was telling the truth and was not afraid of her suspicious look at all.

"Why, why does Lord Hanyan think that I have been here before? Could it be that Lord Hanyan has seen the things here?"

Jimo God doesn't like to laugh very much. He usually appears silent and dignified, with a strong sense of alienation from others.

At this moment, he pretended to be angry, and this feeling was even stronger, and the sharpness between his eyebrows seemed to be doubled.

"No, I was just asking. I've only been an immortal for 3,000 years. I've only heard about things that happened tens of millions of years ago, but I don't know much about them."

Han Yan avoided his sight and waved her sleeves. The ice and snow covering the disc melted instantly, and all the covered patterns were clearly visible.

Jimo God stared at the pattern on the disc, feeling a deep regret in his heart.

He now regretted very much, regretting that he should not have brought Han Yan here and should not have let her see everything in the Xuanbing Secret Realm.

It turned out to be a Qilin stepping on a ghost. What does the sealed Demon Abyss look like? Is it the King of Ten Thousand Slaves or the King of Hell of the Snow Mountain?

Every line on the pattern was a sunken blood-guiding groove. As they watched, bright red light was slowly flowing along the blood-guiding groove.

"It seems that the demons are releasing the blood of those girls again. However, they are not in the secret realm. How did they lead the blood energy here?"

Han Yan watched the flowing red light slowly stop and the blood and energy gathered. On the pattern of the Qilin stepping on a ghost, only the Qilin's head had not been stained by the blood and energy.

“It looks like they are about to succeed, but I don’t know how many girls’ blood will be needed to carve up this giant Qilin head.

Lord God, we don't have much time left. Do you really have no way to find the other Lord Gods?"

Jimo God stared at the pattern of the Qilin stepping on a ghost, thought of the sudden disappearance of several gods, and slowly shook his head.

“Xianling Mountain disappeared along with them. The only one who could make an entire mountain and several gods disappear at the same time was Haoyang Tianzun.

But Haoyang Tianzun is traveling outside, and I have no idea where to find him. I plan to go back to the God Realm first to see if Xuanming Shenjun has any news about them."

"Okay, then you go back first. I'll go around looking for the bases that the demons have set up in the human world and try to rescue more people."

Han Yan said this and turned around and walked outside. In just a moment, she disappeared from the sight of Jimo God.

Just as Lord Jimo was about to take a step forward, a vague gaze from behind the rocks attracted his attention.

His eyelids slightly lifted, and contrary to the calm expression on his face, two pieces of ice condensed in his dark pupils, carrying a hint of hostility.

He waved his sleeves, and the person hiding behind the rocks appeared in front of him. The person lowered his head and his face could not be seen clearly.

Jimo God looked at the style of his clothes, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were deep and dark, a storm was gradually brewing in his eyes, and his cold voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"The person who materialized from the branches of the bronze sacred tree... It seems that my coming to the mortal world to experience tribulations had already been arranged by someone."

With a wave of his hand, the person standing in front of him disappeared completely, without a trace, as if he had never appeared.