The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Wu Xie Returns, and His Words Make It So!

The moment he opened his eyes, Wu Xie knew everything had changed. The cold stone walls of the tomb chamber, the familiar stench of mold and rot in the air, the Warring States silk manuscript in his hands: everything was exactly as he remembered from the beginning of the Seven Star Lu Palace. But only Wu Xie knew that he was no longer the naive, clueless Third Young Master. He had returned from behind the Bronze Gate, carrying memories of a thousand years of reincarnation and a power capable of overturning the laws of heaven and earth: the power to make his words come true. Whatever he said became reality. Whatever he wished for came to be. No price, no expenditure, as natural as breathing. In this life, when the blood corpse burst from its coffin and lunged at him, Wu Xie merely said, “Kneel.” The thousand-year-old fiend immediately collapsed to the ground, trembling. In this life, when a tide of corpse beetles swarmed toward him, he quietly said, “Turn to dust.” The entire swarm vanished in an instant. In this life, when A Ning encountered a rooster-comb snake in the Queen Mother of the West's City, he had declared three days in advance, “Let every venomous snake in this place disappear.” But he understood that the real enemy had never been the monsters in the tombs. It was “It,” lurking in the shadows of history; the age-old mystery of immortality; the ultimate secret behind the Bronze Gate. In this life, he wasn't here to explore. He was here to settle the score. With the supreme power to make his words reality, he would rewrite every tragedy: Pan Zi wouldn't have to die in the Zhang Family Ancient Building, Yun Cai wouldn't become a sacrifice, Third Uncle wouldn't have to live under an assumed name, and that taciturn Bottle of Oil wouldn't have to bear a thousand years of loneliness alone. “In this life,” Wu Xie said with a smile, gazing at his youthful reflection, “I want everyone to live long and well.”