"Wu Xie, do you still remember the Warring States silk scroll that brought you here?"
"Actually, it was your grandfather, Wu Laogou, who snatched it from foreign tomb raiders."
"The earliest tomb raiders were actually driven by personal and national grudges."
"To prevent national treasures from being looted by foreign powers, they were willing to blow up the tomb, destroying everything in their path..."
At this point, Lin Pan seemed to see his ancestors, just like himself, protecting cultural relics for the country, through the lens of history, and his face showed a look of satisfaction.
"Zhang Qiling, your father broke family rules by marrying a woman from another tribe, and as a result, both your parents were destined to be sacrificed to Yama, the King of Hell..."
"Afterwards, to ensure your survival, your father had you replace the Holy Infant who had been dead for three thousand years, thus granting you immortality."
"But the price is that you will lose your memory every now and then, unable to enjoy the happiness of immortality, and can only continuously reincarnate as a living person..."
"This is also the mystery of your origins that you want to learn through the bronze gate, isn't it?"
"Now that you have found this place, the secret of the Bronze Gate is about to be revealed to the world."
"Nowadays, there are very few descendants of the Nine Gates who can truly guard this gate and prevent the chaos of the world."
As if recalling some regret, Lin Pan's expression became conflicted again.
"What do you mean? Does it mean that someone is guarding this bronze door, so outsiders can't get in?"
Wu Xie quickly asked.
If ordinary people were truly allowed to rush in and gain immortality...
He would rather destroy the bronze door than control the life and death of all humanity, including himself.
"Descendants with the bloodline of the Nine Gates can use their own bloodline to enter the Bronze Gate and guard this place."
"But this vigil will last at least ten years."
"For ten years, they lived in darkness, enduring the torment of loneliness and the endless, unseen passage of time..."
"This will also be the last decade."
"Ten years from now, the new King of Ten Thousand Slaves will awaken at this bronze gate, and then there will be no need for humans to guard it anymore..."
As Lin Pan spoke, his gaze swept over Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling.
"Descendants of the Nine Gates? According to the old rules, who should be guarding the Bronze Gate now?"
Thinking that he was also a descendant of the Nine Gates, Wu Xie couldn't help but ask.
"Your turn..."
Unexpectedly, it was Zhang Qiling who suddenly spoke, turning to look at Wu Xie.
These words left Wu Xie, who had come here to explore with his third uncle, stunned in place.
I never imagined that I would accidentally become the gatekeeper of the Bronze Gate!
"Huh? Isn't this like risking your life to walk into a trap and end up in jail?"
"Ten years imprisonment, with no possibility of commutation..."
"So, Uncle Three brought Wu Xie to the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Top to serve his sentence?"
Upon hearing Lin Pan's explanation, the entire online audience was in an uproar.
At the same time, I felt sorry for Wu Xie, the antique dealer who was inexplicably drawn into this world and inexplicably burdened with the responsibility of being a gatekeeper.
"However, I will stay here for you."
"I can't remember anyone from before. Now you are my only and last connection with this world."
"Live well for me out there."
However, Zhang Qiling's next words, spoken in a low voice, were like a thunderclap, resounding in the ears of those around him.
These words once again confirmed the most genuine friendship between the two.
"But…"
"Even if I don't go in to guard the gate, no one has any right to gossip!"
"After all, the Zhang family treated you this way, even executing your parents. Is it still necessary for them to abide by the family rules?"
Wu Xie stood there, wanting to politely decline Zhang Qiling's offer.
"I don't want the world to really fall into disaster."
"Especially in this world, and with you all."
"If I could have avoided it on my own, I would have been willing to bear the consequences."
Before Wu Xie could speak, Zhang Qiling, who was walking towards the bronze door, said with his back to him.
The black-clad youth, with a cold expression and few words, carried a black and gold ancient sword on his back and looked at the magnificent bronze gate with a resolute expression.
"If you still remember me ten years from now and are willing to come find me, I will wait for you."
Then Zhang Qiling, dressed in black, turned around again, and a rare smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.
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