He had traveled through the Primordial Chaos, condensed the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, and although he had escaped the Reincarnation Cycle, he could not avoid the upheavals of the world.
The Divine Tomb's World.
The sun was setting in the west.
The remaining sunlight was like blood.
In a desolate and eerie graveyard of gods and demons, a pale hand emerged from a grave followed closely by another, both hands clutching firmly at the edge of the grave.
A young man with a confused expression slowly climbed out from the grave, his unkempt long hair covered in mud and his tattered clothing clinging tightly to his body.
Besides his exceptionally pale complexion, the young man looked utterly ordinary, the type that would never stand out in a crowd.
"What place is this? How did I end up here?"
The young man muttered to himself, staring at the surrounding expanse of graves with even more bewilderment.
