Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
An Yanyuan sat on the steps for the whole night. The morning light shone over.
The morning breeze blew, and An Yanyuan's hair fluttered. He looked at the white sky and his expression returned to its usual calm.
The night gave him a buffer.
It's over.
Then let the past go with the wind.
Just as he had thought about it from the beginning, he had also thought about it after he had done it. He had no regrets.
"Even if Anu will scold me, it will only be for a moment. She will still support me after the matter is over.”An Yanyuan looked at the fish-shaped jade pendant in his hand. His eyes were gentle as he muttered softly.
The jade pendant reflected the light, flickering slightly, beautiful and green.
In the next moment.
"Time for morning exercise." An Shiyuan stood up and patted the dust off his body.
Ding! Punishing evil, unfilial, and unjust descendants has triggered a special sign. Do you want to sign in?
He listened to the belated system reward.
An Shiyuan shook his head and chuckled." It's so late now. Are you giving me some time alone? System, you're so considerate."”
After saying that.
He muttered in his heart," Sign in."
[Sign in. Obtained: Incense Seed.]
[Sign in. Obtained: 10 messengers of death.]
[Sign in. Obtained: Heaven-defying technique, Incense Seed]
"Hmm?"
Hearing this voice, An Yanyuan was shocked.
…What kind of cultivation technique was this?
He was curious about the contents of the first reward, so he immediately checked the introduction.
Incense Seed.
It allowed the dead to regain their youthful appearance and had a chance of turning into a ghost. There was no need to go through the baptism of the Nine Nether Pool. The ghost that took the incense fire was stronger than the ghost that had been baptized by the Nine Nether Pool. In a sense, this was not inferior to the Nine Nether Pool.
The third reward was an advanced use of the Incense Seed!
With the incense seed and the corpse of the deceased, he would slowly nurture it. As time passed, the incense seed's probability of turning into an incense ghost god 'would become a hundred percent.
"These two rewards are very interesting."
An Shiyuan's eyes flickered, and he had the urge to study this incense.
Studying immortal divine items was one of his hobbies after becoming a City God.
Just like how he had finished reading the three Shing Wong Ancient Scrolls a long time ago, he did not finish reading them and stopped reading them. Instead, he read them repeatedly and studied them repeatedly. He had already read them three times and was not tired of reading them a hundred times.
Soon after.
He turned around and walked into the netherworld.
At the entrance of the Shing Wong Hall, the messengers of death from last night stood there quietly.
"Lord Shing Wong." When they saw An Yanyuan enter, they bowed respectfully.
Seeing this scene, how could An Shiyuan not understand the meaning of their standing here?
"Sorry for making you worry." He had an apologetic look on his face. The next moment, a smile appeared on his lips." I'm fine now. You don't have to worry.”
Several messengers of death stared at An Yanyuan.
After a while.
All of them smiled." Lord Shing Wong, we will take our leave."”
They didn't admit that they were worried about An Yanyuan. They simply said that they would take their leave and didn't mention what happened last night.
"Go ahead."
An Yuanyuan smiled and nodded.
After watching the messengers of death leave, he stood there for a minute before walking back to his residence.
……
The sun sets in the east.
On this day, the Cang City branch and the Jing Fu City headquarters could not remain calm.
The matter of the Shing Wong caused many people to be unable to calm down. Some people even planned to fight to the death to find the Shing Wong's descendants. They wanted to find that 'what-if'. If that wasn't the last bloodline, and there were other human connections that survived, then the Shing Wong's descendants wouldn't die out. No one could accept this. Everyone who heard it felt touched.
At night.
A sixty-nine-year-old white-haired and healthy old man was walking in the mountains in the southern part of Cang City.
Chang Xingde.
He was an old professor at the University of History in the Dragon Country. He had a deep knowledge of ancient mythology and was a professor who specialized in the study of religious mythology.
Apart from this identity, he also had another identity. He was a member of the Ghost Controlling Bureau's 'City God's' historical research team.
"Professor Chang, let's go down the mountain. It's getting dark. If we don't go down the mountain now, it'll be very difficult.”
The assistant looked at Chang Xingde helplessly.
Chang Xingde was a very emotional and old-fashioned person.
He was one of the few ordinary people who knew about the City God. He had high expectations for his students 'theses. He had once asked a female student of his to revise her thesis many times because of a thesis, and the female student had cried. She was very old-fashioned and serious, but she was also very emotional.
A few days ago, his three students had each submitted a thesis. Because it mentioned 'Cang City's City God Temple', they had praised it and pointed out the good points in it, explaining some mysterious theories. Chang Xingde knew that Cang City's City God Temple silently protected the three cities of Cang City and had a good impression of the City God Temple. He directly passed the three students without changing it, making the three students so happy that they thought they were idiots.
Now, Chang Xingde stubbornly wanted to find something here, and he did not want to leave even at night.
Boom!
Suddenly, a second after the assistant's voice fell, a terrifying thunder sounded in the sky.
"It's going to rain." Chang Xingde looked up at the night sky.
He sighed deeply." Let's go, let's go down the mountain.”
He was very old-fashioned and stubborn, but he was also very annoying. He stayed in the mountains on a rainy day. If he was a young man, he would have stayed, but he was not. He was sixty-nine.
After a cup of tea's time, rain began to fall from the sky.
The rain was getting heavier.
Chang Xingde and the others immediately became drenched.
At this moment, the sky turned into a purple bolt of lightning. The lightning struck the mountain and hit the tree not far away from them.
With a boom, the tree collapsed and the ground was shaken. The ground also exploded.
"F * ck!"
Someone shouted, shocked.
Chang Xingde's face was also filled with shock. If they were to go any further, a few of them would have died in this mountain.
"Is there something exposed there?”Suddenly, Chang Xingde saw a corner of the crater that had been created by the lightning. It seemed to be a square stone.
Chang Xingde was curious.
"Professor, let's not look. We'll come back tomorrow. It's too dangerous in the mountains.”The guy who had shouted " F * ck!" saw Chang Xingde looking to the side in a daze and quickly shouted.
"Alright, alright."
Chang Xingde nodded and looked away with a bitter smile.
He also knew that now was not the time. It might not matter if he died, but the assistants who followed him were still young. If they were still 'harmed' by him, that would really be too much.
The group quickly descended the mountain.
After they left, the small pit was washed away by the rain, and the mud slid down, revealing the appearance of the pit.
A large stone tablet appeared, and one could vaguely see ancient characters carved on it.
It was an ancient tombstone!
……
On the other side.
In the residence of the underworld, An Yanyuan listened to the messengers of death report on the recent patrol.
Deafening thunder rumbled outside.
When An Yanyuan heard this, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, It's going to rain.”
A moment later.
Looking at the sky from outside the Shing Wong Temple, a beautiful purple lightning bolt suddenly appeared in the distance. It struck down in the distance, and this was the lightning bolt that had smashed into the mountain and created a huge pit in the ancient tombstone!
The moment the pit appeared, An Yanyuan's heart trembled!
"Anu." He suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the lightning through the netherworld. An extremely clear feeling appeared in his heart. It was the divination of the heavens.
Silence.
He disappeared from his spot.
In the courtyard, several messengers of death were stunned when they saw this scene.
In the next moment, they all moved and followed An Yanyuan's footsteps. They disappeared from the Underworld Space and turned into long black arcs that fled into the distance.
" Anu…" They knew this name. Lord Shing Wong would occasionally say this name. They had asked about it before and learned that this name was the nickname of Lord Shing Wong's wife. Lord Shing Wong's sudden departure was related to his wife. They could not ignore this.
The rain was pattering.
In the forest, An Yuanyuan stood beside the huge pit created by the lightning, his body trembling slightly.
This was Anu's tomb!
Only a corner of the tombstone was exposed, but An Yancheng could sense whose tomb it was with his Abyssal Gaze Qi Technique.
He waved his Joss Flame mana, causing the soil to tilt and the rain to wash away. The pit grew larger and larger, visible to the naked eye, and rocks rolled down.
Not long after.
Two adjacent tombs appeared in front of him.
" Huh?!"
The pupils of the messengers of death trembled. They saw two small graves and one tombstone.
The words on the tombstone were blurred, and one could vaguely see the words 'First Test of the late paternal parents',' Father An Yuan','Mother Mu Ruoqing',' Hongwu 8th and 9th years','Zi Anping'…
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