In the Heavenly Pond Graveyard, it's hard to sense the passage of time, for there's no distinction between day and night here.
Who knows how long it has been.
Perhaps three days?
Or maybe three years?
This day.
The solitary grave in the deepest part of the Heavenly Pond Graveyard slowly parted, and a large hand emerged.
The pace of the splitting grave soil quickened further.
Soon, Ye Xuan climbed up from within.
He casually shook himself, the soil on him rolling away automatically.
The solitary grave also began to slowly close over, becoming smooth once more.
Ye Xuan's eyes were clear, and he stepped away.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Ye Xuan's figure appeared at the site of the large memorial grave of Southern Dipper Ancient Emperor Qiao Tiannan.
Qiao Tiannan's figure had already disappeared.
It seemed he had returned to lie in the grave.
A small girl in black stood before the monument.
"Master."
