The underground world is never the resting place of the dead.
Buried there is the rust of the bronze tripod, the light of gold and jade, the dream of the emperor, and countless resentments and hatreds.
Some people do it for wealth, some do it for fame, some do it for immortality, holding a lamp and a knife, and plunge into the darkness, risking their lives for a handful of secrets under the earth.
But they are all afraid of one person.
A young man who always looks like he is in his twenties, carrying a meteorite sword that can suppress all evil spirits, silently shuttles through the ancient tombs of various dynasties.
Most of the people who have seen him have turned into withered bones, gone crazy, or become old. They mutter to their grandchildren: "He is not a human being... He is the god of death crawling back from hell."
Women loved him to the point of madness, but they couldn't even exchange a look from him. His heart is harder than the ice of Kunlun Glacier and colder than the sand of the desert.
No one knew that his name was Ye Lingfeng, and no one knew that he traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers and broke through hundreds of evil tombs, not for treasures, but just to retrieve the memories stolen by time.
Taotie's blood boils in his body, and the sleep that happens once every hundred years is a curse and reincarnation.
He is like a ghost, wandering in forgetfulness and search.
Buried underground is not just the treasure, but also his broken past, and an answer about "eternal life" and "the end".
When he woke up this time, he opened his eyes in the coffin, and the knife was hungry.
In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes were staring at his back.
