"The Pangu Tomb that I guarded for three hundred years was finally smashed today."
Li Xuan held the rusty bronze lamp and looked at the white-haired saint who stumbled in from the crack in Buzhou Mountain.
That was Taoist Jie Jiao Duobao. At this moment, the Taoist robe was stained with blood, the clouds above his head were broken, and half of the burnt tortoise shell was still protected in his arms: "Tombkeeper! Open the mausoleum gate quickly - Heavenly Dao is going to kill you!"
The bronze lamp suddenly burned my hands.
As soon as Li Xuan's fingertips touched the stone pattern of the tomb door, memories poured back like a flood - the star map before the beginning of chaos surged in the sea of consciousness, and the fragments of the sky-opening ax trembled in the Dantian. He heard his own voice coming from ancient times: "The ninety-ninth generation of tombkeepers, it's time to wake up."
Taoist Duobao is still shouting: "The way of heaven will be reopened, and all living beings will be ashes!"
Li Xuan raised his head, and the fragment of the Sky-Opening Ax split into a ray of green light, directly piercing through the Taoist Duobao's appearance.
"Reopen?" He touched the Pangu spine carved deep in the tomb door, "What is buried in this tomb is a rule older than the law of heaven."
Suddenly, a saint shouted from outside the mountain: "Li Xuan! If you dare to block the way of heaven, you are not even worthy of reincarnation!"
Li Xuan smiled. The moment the ax cracked open the door of the tomb, all the beings in the world heard a roar that was more deafening than thunder——
"I am the gravekeeper, and I never guard the grave."
