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In an instant, a thought suddenly emerged in the Sword Fairy's mind.

——The oldest and most intense fear of humanity comes from the depths of their bloodline, a fear of the Sun Moon.

This Chronicles of Time is the Wall of Sighs, and also... an Ancient Star Map!

Every mural above actually depicts the sun, moon, and galaxies of the ancient sky, recording the vast and sacred starscapes of that era.

"Correct."

A voice echoed before the Painted Wall, imparting a sense of emptiness.

The Saint did not sit on the throne; this figure was facing away from them, standing on the palace walls, gazing inward.

"These are historical murals, and you will feel humanity's deepest fear when you see them."

"They are the peak of history; all your ancestors lived in their shadow, just like everyone in today's world..."

"...has seen the Sun Moon and revered the Sun Moon."

He turned around, and without using his eyes, everyone suddenly felt a gentle and pure gaze falling on Xu Huan and others:

"Awakening Ghost..."

He sighed softly, very gently.

"I don't know if, after death, I will awaken like you all."

"Awakening does not look at the Realm; it sees if a person knows who I am."

His gaze landed on each person, even catching the fresh flower in Jiao Wuyu's hairpin.

At this moment, he was not a Saint but a kind old man, the ocean of death gradually submerging to his knees.

"Dead Sea Bitter Boat, I wonder if, at that time, there would be friends who would pull me from the ocean of death, rescue me from the murky world, and return me to the world of living beings."

He seemed to be self-deprecating, as if he saw through why Jiao Wuyu and Xu Huan awakened.

They were lost in the murky world of death, and someone pulled them out, allowing them to live a second life.

"Saint!" Jiao Wuyu's pupils instantly contracted, her heart beating uncontrollably.

This is the most terrifying existence dominating this era.

"You are the seventy-third batch."

The Saint's skin was tender, and his fingers were slender and long, as if a fragile scholar who never did any physical work.

A pair of pure white lifeless blind eyes were particularly noticeable.

His calmness seemed to carry warmth, giving off a powerful allure that made people involuntarily look at him, like the shining rays illuminating his body; he is the most radiant figure in this world.

"Why call us here?" Jiao Wuyu's voice was somewhat hoarse.

The Saint replied, "No need to worry, you are all outstanding talents of this generation, belonging to the Ghost type..."

"This era is destined to be tumultuous; I'm giving you all an opportunity, a chance."

Seeing that this current Saint really showed no signs of action, Li Youzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought about the birth of the Ghost King, which would have major significance in this turbulent era and could possibly create heroes out of the moment.

But the Saint's personal reception made him have a hypothesis.

"Do you know you will die in the future, and are you preparing for everything?"

For some reason, Li Youzhu suddenly could speak.

He was previously a flower unable to speak or move, a Three Flowers.

The Three Flowers speaking human language was obviously due to the Saint's power blessing.

"It's destined." The Saint smiled faintly, looked meaningfully at Li Youzhu, and said, "A person living will always die."

Li Youzhu already knew what this person wanted to do.

They are the seventy-third batch.

This means there were young prodigies and geniuses met by the Saint earlier.

The Saint not only places hope on teams creating Sun Moon,

but also sequentially summons talented youths, placing hope on many young fighters.

These are seeds of hope.

Even these awakened Ghosts, this person does not care with such magnanimity.

At least these Ghosts exist in this era.

The Saint fears after his downfall, those ancient existences are ready to emerge, battling for dominance.

The entire world must not fall into the hands of existences from ancient tombs.

With each dynasty iteration, those ancient ghoulish figures emerge like tides, seeking to seize the succession of the Living Dynasty.

"Why choose us?" Li Youzhu asked.

The Saint's voice was ethereal: "I've chosen countless people over the years, and you are just one among them; each person has one chance, what they get depends on the individual."

The Saint softly said, "Next, you shall choose to enter [Celestial Realm], [Between the Dragons][Between the Scales]...."

He turned to gaze at the historical murals.

Xu Huan and the others felt their Heart Mind swaying.

This was an invitation to enter [Chronicles of Time].

Every mural here internally is a truly ancient Forbidden Emperor's Mausoleum!

And other tombs, Ancient Secret Realm is of a completely different level.

There are the highest tombs.

There they record lost history, chronicles of all beings.

There ancient past Saints dwell, archaic Sun Moon, containing the world's most mysterious treasures.

There is where they forged their Emperor's Mausoleum for themselves before life!

Inside are the countless races accompanying their burial, mountains, rivers, endless cities...

"The older the emperors are, the greater fear they develop towards death."

"During their lifetimes, they summon talents from all over the world in attempts to forge Immortality Medicine and undertake massive construction projects, building their own Emperor's Mausoleum, hoping to live a second life, turning to Embers, but most Saints fail."

He said plainly: "Some succeeded in becoming ancient Saint Embers in the tomb, while others died entirely, not even morphing into Ghost."

"But even though their corpses did not revive, their tombs have interred numerous dynasty generals and war gods guarding the tomb."

"To this day, not a single sarcophagus of ancient Saints has had a thoroughly dead corpse excavated."

His gentle voice gradually grew dignified, carrying age-old desolation,

"I do not need you to excavate any Saint's corpse; what fate you find depends on your Luck."

He suppresses the tomb, cannot enter personally.

Every mural is immense!

Even Qin Shi Huang built numerous mechanisms for his Emperor's Mausoleum, various means to prevent Tomb Raiders, let alone these peak existences of ancient dynasties?

They all hoped to live a second life; the tomb is a vessel for their revival towards a distant future, undoubtedly infused terrifying Heart Power, various mechanisms guard against future Tomb Raiders.

These tombs all represent a period's brilliant Civilization!

Of course, this also causes the powerhouses in the Jiushui Dynasty to not dare enter with their true form.

Only dare enter with Dharma Aspect, guarantees Undying, but Combat Power greatly reduced, not match for cemetery armies, powerhouse opponents.

But entering with true form...

It poses immense risk of death.

"We need to prepare a bit."

Xu Huan couldn't help but speak.

Each of these murals is immense, spectacular.

Compared to the [Continent City Wall History Book] of Xinyi Continent, here the [Imperial City Murals History Book], is the scale across entire history.

"No need to prepare, Dharma Aspect won't die, inside cannot harm the true form, but you only have one chance."

He raised his hand, his fingertip glowing faint golden light.

As the light blossomed, the few people before him were all cast into the murals.

"Xu Huan, do you understand?"

The Saint suddenly spoke.

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Xu Huan abruptly turned his head.

Everyone froze, the final sound heard before being absorbed into the mural.

He smiled slightly, looking at Xu Huan: "New and old humanity have no distinction... we are all humans, just different species."

"What truly distinguishes is new and old humanity."