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

Chao Yan has always been an impatient person. She didn't have the patience to wait for Haoyang Tianzun to waste time. She simply grabbed his neck from a distance and questioned him in a cold voice.

"Go on! Why do you want Jimo Divine Lord to succeed in his tribulation? Why did Jimo Divine Lord's death turn you into what you are now?"

Lord Haoyang looked at Chao Yan nonchalantly. He remembered her, the little phoenix that Lord Xuanxiao had risked his life to protect.

Facing Chao Yan's threat, he glanced at Chao Yan with a pair of smiling eyes, with obvious mockery and sarcasm.

"What? You want to kill me? Haha... I am immortal. Even if Jimo risked his life, it would only make my cultivation disappear. The only one who can kill me in this world is myself."

Upon hearing this, Han Yan looked towards Haoyang Tianzun. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh. This deep hatred surged in her heart like the ups and downs of magma, with no end in sight.

"God Hanyan, calm your mind and concentrate."

The goddess Qingyin held Han Yan's shoulders and slowly channeled her divine power, bit by bit suppressing the leaping and clamoring flames in her heart.

Lord Haoyang looked around, glanced with disdain with his narrow eyes, and said arrogantly.

“The reason why I want Jimo to succeed in his tribulation is because Jimo’s cultivation is closely related to me.

When Jimo was first born, I couldn't control the desires in my heart, which led to the Demonic Abyss that scourged the six realms.

I want to completely eliminate Mo Yuan, but Mo Yuan and I are one and the same, so I can't kill him.

I had no choice but to rely on external forces to enhance my own cultivation while preventing Mo Yuan's cultivation from making any progress.

I searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable candidate. At this time, Jimo was born. He was born a god. He was young and ignorant at the time, and was the best candidate.

Although he is still very young, it doesn’t matter. As long as he grows up, everything will be fine. I am immortal and can wait.

Therefore, I sealed the Demonic Abyss, waiting for the day when Jimo would successfully survive the calamity and return with greatly improved cultivation.

Now it seems that this plan is very successful. Mo Yuan is dead, the Demon Lord, and all the people in the Demon Realm are dead. In this world, there is no one who can harm the people anymore! But..."

Tianzun Haoyang looked at Jimo Shenjun who was held in Hanyan's arms. His eyes were ferocious and his facial features were distorted. The hatred in his heart surged like a tide, making people feel suffocated.

"But why? I had clearly planned everything! How could he know my plan? If he hadn't dispersed his divine power and committed suicide without permission, I would have been the most powerful god in the world."

Lord Haoyang laughed miserably and wantonly, but large pools of blood were oozing out from his chest. He didn't care at all, as he was immortal and would not die because of this wound.

Lord Haoyue looked at Lord Haoyang coldly. Faced with this situation, he didn't know what to say.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Haoyang Tianzun in the air, throwing him in front of Mo Qilin.

"Take him back to the God Realm and lock him up. Even though he has lost all his divine powers now, you should be careful on the way back. Biwu, you go with him."

"Okay, let's go, Mo Yun."

Lord Biwu looked at Han Yan worriedly, and flew to the divine realm with the bound Lord Haoyang.

"Lord Haoyue, please take my master back with you when you return."

"I know, let's go."

Mo Qilin looked at Jimo God reluctantly, clenched his fist, turned and left.

"Hanyan, take Jimo back to the God Realm first. This battlefield is extremely dirty. Jimo has always loved cleanliness, so he definitely doesn't like it here."

As soon as Lord Haoyue finished speaking, Hanyan disappeared in front of everyone with Lord Jimo's body. Xingchen was stunned for a moment, and immediately chased after her in the direction she left.

"Hey, wait for me."

Chao Yan exclaimed, and without stopping, he caught up with Xingchen and flew forward, holding him by the scruff of the neck.

"Okay, everyone who should leave has left. Let's clean up the mess and go back."

Goddess Xuanji looked at the busy heavenly soldiers and the immortals in the fairy world in the distance and sighed helplessly.

The Goddess Qingyin understood what she meant immediately, smiled helplessly, and walked with her towards the Heavenly Emperor in the distance.

Lord Haoyue stood in place, looking at the battlefield covered in blood, his gaze fixed on a long sword that was glowing with a faint light.

The entire sword is dark black, with several spirit stones inlaid on the hilt and a seductive, eye-catching black lotus engraved on the sword.

This is the sword of Moyuan, a magic sword passed down by successive demon lords. According to legend, this sword can cut through the sky and destroy the earth, kill gods and demons.

Lord Haoyue stared at the sword steadily. As his eyes moved, he waved his sleeve and the long sword stuck in the mud disappeared.

In the divine world, Lord Biwu and Lord Mo Qilin threw Lord Haoyang outside the Temple of Stars, staring into the distance, waiting for everyone to return.

When Han Yan brought Jimo God back to the God Realm, he saw at a glance that Mo Qilin was kicking and hitting Haoyang Tianzun who was lying on the ground.

She ignored it. All she wanted now was for the person in her arms to lie clean and comfortably on the bed.

She walked straight past Lord Biwu and the others, placed Lord Jimo on the bed, changed his bloodstained clothes, and carefully cleaned the dirt off his face.

This was the scene Chaoyan saw when she walked into the hall. She had also lost the person she loved most, and only she knew what that felt like.

She carried Xingchen, who was about to go forward, out of the hall and closed the door tightly under Xingchen's puzzled gaze.

"Don't go in. Let her spend some time alone with Jimo Divine Lord. Not long after a god dies, his body will dissipate. She doesn't have much time left."

Upon hearing this, no one took another step forward. Inside the hall, Han Yan sat beside the bed, staring at the face of Jimo God.

From beginning to end, Han Yan did not cry out at the top of her lungs. She was always very calm, even scary in her calmness.

Han Yan just stayed quietly beside Jimo God, without saying a word or shedding tears, just quietly guarding him like that.

It seemed as if Zhang Qiling had been guarding her body in the Zhang family's ancient building before, as if he would guard it until the end of time.

The night is like water, and the clear light pours down, illuminating every corner of the night sky. The starlight and the silvery moonlight are intertwined to form a dazzling sea of ​​stars.

The body of Lord Jimo turned into starlight and dissipated bit by bit in front of Han Yan. No matter how hard she tried to grab him, she couldn't hold him back.

"Brother... don't go, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, come back, we haven't had a good talk yet, brother..."

The people waiting outside the temple heard Han Yan's cries. They pushed open the door and rushed into the Temple of Stars, only to see an empty bed.