Laugh at me for guarding a lonely grave, and I’ll laugh at the world for failing to recognize a god.
Xu Changqing, the only “gravekeeper” in Burial Sword Valley, is a coward who loves life and sleeps like there’s no tomorrow.
Little do people know he carries the Sleep-to-Sainthood System: the moment he closes his eyes, he enters a cycle of reincarnation and comprehends the Great Dao in his dreams.
Annoyed by ghosts wailing in the middle of the night? He rolls over, and the sword energy he releases unconsciously pins the rampaging Ghost King to a cliff face, all so he can enjoy some peace and quiet.
He falls asleep, and when he wakes, the world has changed beyond recognition.
Ten years later, old friends are dead and a new emperor has ascended the throne.
A hundred years later, the sect has died out, and the sword mound has become forbidden ground.
A thousand years later, ghosts roam the night, the underworld is in chaos, and all living beings are as powerless as ants.
When the Netherworld Emperor of the Nine Hells tears through the seal, intent on devouring the human world, the shock breaks Xu Changqing’s pillow.
At last, this “lazybones,” who only wants to bask in the sun by the grave, picks up his bamboo grave-sweeping broom.
The years roll on, but I alone endure.
“You’re so damn noisy. Get back where you came from.”
One sweep wipes out ten thousand ghosts; one dream proves eternal life.
