"The Lin family's most useless mausoleum guarding waste? Lin Xuan touched the bronze key that his mother stuffed before her death, squatting in the leaky ruined temple and polishing the rusty sword. Until that night when the ancient mausoleum shook, the bronze key suddenly became hot, and a mechanical sound blasted in his ears - 'The devouring system was successfully bound! Targets detected: Thousand-year-old black iron coffin, mausoleum guarding Yin soldiers, ancient mausoleum master's blood remnant...' The clan brother's ridicule was still in his ears: 'Things that can't even be cultivated to the first level are worthy of guarding the mausoleum?' Lin Xuan crushed the key, and there was a dim light in his eyes: "From today on, every brick in this ancient mausoleum will be a step for me, Lin Xuan, to step on your head!"
