Chen Nan

White petals drifted through the gentle breeze, their rich fragrance enveloping the entire graveyard.

The ragged young man wore a bitter expression. In a daze, he saw a young girl smiling sweetly. "My name is Yuxin. On a rainy night, my master found me among the flowers..."

"The gods are dead... The demons are gone... Yet I am still alive."

The young man clenched his fists, and his clothes turned to dust, falling away in soft flurries.

Even the Saint Robe of old could not withstand the erosion of time.

Roar~~~

The beast's roar woke him from the inexplicable emotions consuming him.

He shook his head and walked forward.

Before a snowy maple forest not far away stood three thatched cottages. A gaunt old man stood at their door. His hair and beard were white, and his weathered face was carved with deep wrinkles. He looked frail enough to topple in the wind.

The old man smiled, invited the young man inside, and gave him a set of fairly new clothes.

As night fell, the beastly roars grew ever more mournful. The graveyard was filled with the wailing of divine demons. The young man closed his eyes in meditation and circulated his profound art.

Soon, the night had passed. The young man bid the old man farewell and left the graveyard.

Within the graveyard, a glimmer of light seemed to flash through Gravekeeper Elder's clouded eyes. He shook his head but said nothing.

No one noticed that, in a corner of the graveyard, a white-haired young man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching everything.

Not even Gravekeeper Elder sensed the young man's presence in the slightest.

"The curtain is about to rise. Dugu Baitian, Chen Zhan, Demon Lord..."

The young man muttered to himself,