The Longevity Funeral Record

Chen Changsheng transmigrated into a world of cultivation, only to be bound to the most absurd Longevity System imaginable: sleeping increased his lifespan and gave him attribute points.

He had planned to lie low until the end of time, but whenever he opened his eyes, everything had changed.

After ten years of sleep, the girl next door had married, and his beloved had withered to bones.

After a hundred years, the dynasty of old had collapsed, and all his friends had returned to the earth.

After ten thousand years, the crow he had casually raised had become a demon emperor ruling over a vast domain, while the woodcutter's hatchet he'd picked up could split the sky with a single swing!

He never sought to conquer the world or hunt for treasure. All he wanted was to sleep in peace.

Yet each time he awoke, he would take up that rust-covered hatchet and walk along the precipices of time, laying to rest vanished eras and fallen friends...

In the Age of Emperors, he buried a lonely beauty;

In the dark turmoil, he laid his passionate brothers to rest;

At the twilight of the Age of Declining Dharma, he saw an entire era off.

Until one day, the oldest being in a forbidden zone of life stared at the hatchet in his hand and asked in a trembling voice, “Old friend... is that you?”

Before the ruins of the Imperial Pass, the Human Emperor wept, kowtowed, and cried out, “Master! You've finally returned!”

Chen Changsheng merely looked around in bewilderment. Beneath his feet lay graves stretching back through the ages, and behind him was a desolate river of stars.

He had slept for so long that he had forgotten who he was. He remembered only one thing: “Sleep, then lay someone to rest. In the next era, whose grave should I dig?”