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

The face of Haoyang Tianzun flashed in Chaoyan's mind. An incident that happened thousands of years ago has been bothering her and making her furious.

"Oh, so that old man is also involved? I thought he was not a good guy before, and now it seems that he is really not a good guy."

Han Yan looked at Chao Yan who was furious. She wanted to know more about Haoyang Tianzun. She could not rely on Jimo Shenjun.

These gods in the divine world have been living with Lord Haoyang for tens of thousands of years, and they must have a huge filter for Lord Haoyang. But now, from what Chaoyan said, it is clear that she does not have that filter.

"Chao Yan, what kind of person is the Haoyang Tianzun that you know? Can you tell me about it?"

When Jimo Shenjun heard her ask this, he looked at Chao Yan with her. He also wanted to know what Haoyang Tianzun looked like in the eyes of others.

“I get angry whenever I talk about this. At that time, I had just met Xuan Xiao and in order to gain his recognition as soon as possible, I went to the God Realm almost every day.

That day... I passed by Xianling Mountain and wanted to look for Xuan Xiao who was meditating there...

Unexpectedly, at the waterfall of Xianling Mountain, I saw Haoyang Tianzun grabbing a passing female fairy, holding her in his arms, and refusing to let her go.

I got angry when I saw that and originally wanted to go over and rescue the fairy, but unexpectedly he seemed to suddenly come to his senses and let the fairy go.

I have never told this to anyone, not even Xuan Xiao. In his heart, Haoyang Tianzun is almost higher than the nine heavens.

I was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to accept it after I told him, and I was even more afraid that he would think I was lying to him.”

After Chao Yan finished speaking, she secretly looked at Jimo Lord's expression, and seeing that his expression did not change at all, she couldn't help but complain in her heart.

This kid is good. Although he is the youngest among all the gods, his ability to hide his emotions is much better than that of Lord Biwu.

Han Yan repeatedly thought about what Chao Yan said, and accurately grasped a key point in her long narration.

"You said that Haoyang Tianzun initially captured that female fairy, but then suddenly came to his senses? After that, did he show any other abnormalities?"

Facing Han Yan's puzzled gaze, Chao Yan carefully recalled what had happened before and slowly shook his head.

"No, he left after that. He looked very frightened. I haven't seen him since that day."

Han Yan stared at the veil blown by the wind, various images kept flashing in her mind. Subconsciously, she always felt that she seemed to have overlooked something important.

Jimo God looked at her who was in a trance. The thing that Han Yan had not discovered appeared in his mind very clearly, causing frost to freeze between his brows.

It was a painting, a yellowed, blurred painting. The person in the painting looked exactly like him now.

That was a painting of the first patriarch of the Zhang family. Now, he was eager to return to the previous small world, return to the bronze door, and open the jade coffin behind the bronze door waterfall.

He wanted to see whether the face of the first patriarch of the Zhang family in the jade coffin was exactly the same as his current face.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Chaoyan's call did not stop Jimo Shenjun, who wanted to know the answer immediately. He walked quickly and disappeared from their sight in the blink of an eye.

Mo Qilin was imprisoned in place, and no one could release him from the spell. He could only watch Jimo God leave.

Han Yan looked towards the door, frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Chaoyan looked at the dazed Hanyan, frowned and smiled, then sat leisurely beside her, staring into her eyes.

"Tell me about your past in the human world. I want to know how you managed to impress this big block of ice.

You may not know that even Xuan Xiao said that Jimo God was the coldest and most emotionless of the many gods born from the Heavenly Dao.

Come on, I'm very curious about your past. Come on, maybe I can give you some advice."

Han Yan looked at Chao Yan who was not giving in, and simply used magic to block her five senses, and then covered her head with a big quilt to ignore her existence.

Without hearing, she couldn't hear Chao Yan's chirping voice, without touch, she couldn't feel Chao Yan shaking her...

It’s so quiet, go to sleep!

Han Yan was sleeping soundly, completely ignoring the anxiety on Chao Yan's face. After Chao Yan pestered her for a while, she had no choice but to get up and leave.

Asagao walked on the steps outside the bamboo house, looking at the pink petals falling down. The voice and smile of her old friend appeared in front of her very clearly, and her eyes were full of longing.

Xuanxiao, where are you now? Do you know that I miss you very much...

As night fell, the stars lay beside Han Yan, snoring softly. Mo Qilin stood upright in the room, gazing at the starry sky.

Han Yan opened her eyes and looked at the black Qilin outside the gauze curtain. She sighed softly and released his immobilization spell.

"Go find Jimo Divine Lord."

After she finished speaking, she turned over, closed her eyes and fell asleep again, as if she didn't care about the matter of Mo Qilin and Jimo God at all.

Mo Qilin turned and looked at the bed. Under the pouring moonlight, the ball of white fur next to the pillow was shining with a crystal luster.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something for Lord Jimo, but in the end he thought that Lord Jimo never liked others interfering in his affairs without permission, so he simply kept silent and turned away.

He walked out of the house and looked at Chao Yan who was sitting on the stairs. She was sleeping with her eyes closed. She must have had a good dream, and there was a faint smile on her lips.

"You must have dreamed about Lord Xuanxiao again. Sigh... I don't know when you will be able to let go of your obsession."

After Mo Qilin finished speaking, he thought of Jimo Divine Lord, who also had his own obsession, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

"It took you tens of millions of years to let go of your obsession. What about my master? How long will it take him to let go of his obsession?"

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the bright moonlight, let out a long sigh, and disappeared beside Chao Yan.

As soon as he left, Chao Yan, who was originally asleep, woke up. She recalled Mo Qilin's muttering to himself and smiled bitterly.

"If you can let go, then is obsession still obsession? Don't you think so, Hanyan?"

Han Yan lay on the bed, listening to her questions without saying a word, just staring at the dark ceiling in a daze.

Yeah...if an obsession can be easily let go, is it still an obsession?

My brother is the reincarnation of Jimo God when he was going through a catastrophe. Therefore, for the rest of my life, no matter how the world changes, I will never be able to find any trace of my brother...