Gods and Devils Cemetery

The young man's gaze was suddenly seized by a weathered stone stele beside him. As his eyes swept over the inscription, his body stiffened violently, and even his voice began to tremble. "Tomb of the Eastern War God Zhan Wuji! Th-this is real?"

He staggered a step forward, his fingertips lightly brushing the rough carvings on the stele. The icy touch beneath his fingers constantly reminded him that this was no illusion.

"Zhan Wuji, who once dominated the world and was hailed as undefeated, actually died..." the young man muttered, his eyes filled with incredulous shock. "G-Gods can die too?"

The shock swept over him like a tide. He instinctively raised his eyes and looked around, only to discover that this desolate land was crowded with gravestones of varying heights, stretching as far as the eye could see. Every stele bore a renowned name, silently recounting past glory and its final curtain.

"Tomb of the Western War God Caesar!"

"Tomb of the Eastern immortal cultivator, Peony Fairy!"

"Tomb of the Western Goddess of Wisdom, Nasi!"

"Tomb of the Eastern Martial Immortal, Li Changfeng!"

With every name he read aloud, the young man's heart sank sharply, and the horror in his eyes deepened. By the end, his voice was dry and hoarse, his face left with nothing but numbness and bewilderment.

These names were all legends he had heard of—supreme powerhouses from the Eastern and Western continents, gods and devils said to be eternal and indestructible, looking down upon all living beings. Yet now, they had all become mere dust, sleeping forever here.

"What in the world happened to this world?" The young man staggered back a step, his face as pale as paper and his lips trembling faintly. "Why did all the gods and devils of East and West perish?