Chapter One – The Ancient Past

Across the boundless cosmos, through the chaos of creation, even those who escaped the Six Paths of Reincarnation could not flee the turmoil of heaven and earth.

At the heart of the Tianyuan Continent lay the Cemetery of Gods and Demons. Within this vast necropolis rested not only the strongest warriors of mankind and the most formidable cultivators of alien races, but also countless graves belonging to gods and demons of ages long past. It was a sacred and dreadful place, revered yet feared by all.

The cemetery itself was deceptively tranquil—lush grass blanketed the ground, blossoms filled the air with fragrance. Were it not for the endless forest of gravestones, one might mistake it for a serene garden. Encircling the grounds were towering Snow Maple Trees, unique to this place and said to be born from the lingering essence of fallen gods and demons.

Their emerald leaves whispered in the breeze, as if mourning the glory of a bygone age. Pure white petals drifted gently down, like snowflakes falling from heaven. The people of Tianyuan called them “the tears of the gods,” a reminder of divine sorrow.

Day and night brought two utterly different faces to the Cemetery of Gods and Demons.

By day, it shone with sacred light, divine radiance bathing every stone. Phantoms of ancient gods and immortals wandered here, their eternal spiritual wills refusing to fade. One might glimpse celestial beings of the East or angels of the West, hear the ethereal songs of fairies, or behold visions of forgotten divinities.

But by night, this holy ground transformed into a domain of terror.

As the sun sank and darkness claimed the land, waves of demonic miasma surged from the tombs, dimming starlight and moonlight alike. Fearsome visages of ancient fiends roamed the cemetery; the air quivered with the wails of long-dead spirits, chilling the soul.

The Cemetery of Gods and Demons—sacred to both Eastern cultivators and Western magi—was a place of pilgrimage. By day, mourners and worshipers paid their respects. By night, necromancers from the West or corpse-herders from the East crept in to commune with the dead.

Yet at sunset, the cemetery fell eerily still. Neither divine nor demonic power prevailed; only silence lingered.