Volume 2, Chapter 167: The gravekeeper guards the living.
After everyone left, Jian Wu Shu didn't plan to keep the secret any longer.
Instead, he took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and told everything.
"Just now, the Demon Lord was right about one thing. I am indeed the gravekeeper."
"To be precise, we of the Jianshi clan are all gravekeepers. Our mission has been determined since birth: to guard the graves in the burial ground and wait for our lifespans to run out."
Having said this, Ye Tingmu interrupted him.
"Will your lifespan end?"
He clearly remembered what Jinghong had just said.
The Jianfeng they met at the beginning was even stronger than them.
In this case, Jianfeng should be at the level of Immortal Emperor.
Jinghong once told himself that above the three days, the life span of the Immortal Emperor would be endless.
What it means is, as long as you reach the realm of the Immortal Emperor, as long as you don’t seek death, you won’t die.
So how can there be a time when one’s life ends?
Of course, Ye Tingmu was not the only one who felt curious. Jinghong also felt the same confusion and puzzlement.
How could Jian Wushu not know what they were thinking?
"Don't be impatient, just listen to me first!"
"Didn't I just say that Jianfeng is the gravekeeper of my previous generation who died, and that I am the one who came into being, because we gravekeepers are not born from human beings?"
Hiss...As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Tingmu and Jinghong both took a breath.
Not about life?
Why does it feel like this guy is scolding himself?
Jian Wushu's voice continued.
"This is quite complicated to explain, so I'll just keep it simple. To be precise, we were born in the burial soil."
"A trace of gas is produced in the burial soil every day."
"We call it funeral air."
"After the burial energy appears, it will merge, and every million years, a new life will be born."
"And every living being nurtured by the burial energy of the burial soil has a maximum lifespan of exactly one million years."
"Even if you break through to the Immortal Emperor realm, you can't change it."
"We are born in the burial ground and return to the burial ground. This cycle repeats itself every million years."
"The day a new generation of gravekeepers is born is the day the previous generation of gravekeepers pass away."
"Then the new gravekeeper will bury the previous generation of gravekeepers in the burial soil, and then continue to wait for a million years for the next generation of gravekeepers to appear, and this cycle will continue endlessly."
Hearing this, Ye Tingmu understood.
The gravekeeper has no father or mother. He was born in the burial ground and will return to the burial ground. This is very similar to what people often say on his original blue planet: fallen leaves return to their roots.
The limitation of lifespan should be a manifestation of the laws of burial grounds.
Since humans can be created out of nothingness in that world, then his laws will not be the same as those of the long river.
In this way, this burial ground is really a mysterious place.
He exists in the long river, but people from the long river will be suppressed if they enter it.
From this point of view, the laws here are probably even more advanced than those above three days.
At least that's what he thought at this moment.
One generation is 1 million years, and now it is 250 generations.
This means that the burial site has existed for 250 million years.
What the hell.
It's so terrifying.
Jinghong also rolled his eyes, thinking for a long time, and then asked in a low voice: "Brother, I calculated it, there are so many zeros, how many years is this?"
Ye Tingmu was not surprised at all by this. Jinghong didn't like to use his brain, and the little guy wouldn't be able to use the multiplication tables even if he was taught.
I can only say that it is a bit difficult for her to work in such a unit.
"Two hundred and five hundred thousand years."
Upon hearing this, Jinghong stood up suddenly.
A pair of big eyes were wide open.
"How is that possible? Are you fooling my brother again?"
Jian Wushu was too lazy to explain and just shrugged.
"That's what I said. I'm honest and never lie to anyone, okay?"
"Bah... who just said that you killed all your family members just to practice swordsmanship? Do you have any family? And you said you didn't lie."
Jian Wushu rolled his eyes.
This was indeed somewhat of a misstep.
But did he admit that he lied?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
He is the typical stubborn person.
Since you want to tell me the facts and reason.
Then I am confusing you with concepts.
He calmly replied, "Am I wrong? My family is all dead, buried in there."
Jinghong asked, looked at him with contempt, and was about to continue attacking.
But Ye Tingmu grabbed her little hand.
He stopped her and said, "Okay, little sister, stop making trouble and listen to him first."
"snort....."
Jinghong was obviously a little unwilling, but since her brother had spoken, she could only listen obediently.
She had been exploring with the Daozu Demon Clan for three days.
Learn about the origin of the world.
The Changhe Realm has only been around for over 100 million years.
The burial site is located in a long river, but you said that the burial site has a history of more than 200 million years.
Ghost faith.
"Brother, don't believe him. The Changhe River is less than 200 million years old, and the Burial Ground has existed for over 200 million years. He doesn't treat you like a three-year-old child. He thinks we have Alzheimer's disease."
Ye Tingmu didn't think too much about Jinghong's remarks.
There are too many things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense.
Since it exists, there must be a reason for it.
The existence of the burial ground itself is above the long river.
He was just curious about who the so-called gravekeeper was guarding.
"There's really not much to say. This is the situation. This is all I know about the burial ground."
"May I ask, Brother Jian, who is buried in the burial ground? Is he really an ancient god?"
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but ask.
Jian Wushu's eyebrows raised.
There was a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Is the ancient god worthy of our Jian family guarding his tomb? What are you thinking? The ancient gods in ancient times walked everywhere, but no one knew where they died."
"Then whose tomb are you guarding? Who is buried in there?" Jinghong asked first.
Jian Wushu touched his chin and looked at Ye Tingmu.
There was a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth.
"Speaking of this, it is related to why I came to the lower realm to find you."
Look at his half-smile expression.
Ye Tingmu was a little confused, pointing at himself and asked, "Me?"
"Yes, it's you!"
"Who said there's someone buried in the burial ground? There's no grave anywhere, right?"
After he said this, Ye Tingmu was even more speechless.
"You're acting as a gravekeeper when there's no grave, what's the trouble?"
Jian Wu Shu continued to twitch the corners of his mouth.
He said with a half-smile: "Who said that gravekeepers are only there to guard the graves of the dead? The gravekeepers of our clan guard the graves of the living! Hehe."
Ye Tingmu frowned again.
The gravekeeper has heard a lot.
This was the first time he had seen a situation where there were no books in front of him.
I've heard of people who are widows in their lifetime, but I've never heard of people who are grave-keepers in
Isn't this a brain bubble?
Jinghong was a little impatient. "I said, can you please pick out the key points? What dead or alive? Just tell me who you are guarding."
Upon hearing this, Jian Wushu continued to look at Ye Tingmu seriously, stretched out a hand and pointed at Ye Tingmu.
"Guard him, your brother, Ye Tingmu."
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