"That kid doesn't know when to stop. What if he reports something even more important someday?" someone asked.
The old woman replied calmly, "Everyone has their own path. He walks his, and others walk theirs. There's no need to take responsibility for other people's affairs."
The photo of the Calamity Crystal pillar had come from Wu Da, the man who aspired to become the greatest reporter beneath the stars.
In the New Universe, atop Realm Mountain, Elder Chan stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Graveyard Keeper on the screen. "Was this what you expected? The burial grounds didn't open back then not only because Rune Ancestor's remaining power blocked the Sixth Continent, but also because the time wasn't right. You've been waiting many years for this moment."
The Graveyard Keeper lifted his cloudy eyes. "It wasn't me. It was the burial grounds. They've been waiting for many years."
"Waiting for the Ancient Bloodline," Elder Chan said firmly.
The Graveyard Keeper sighed. "The burial grounds were meant to bury antiquity. Only the Ancient Bloodline can awaken it."
"Why didn't you search for it yourselves?" Elder Chan asked, puzzled.
The Graveyard Keeper shook his head. "We had no way to search for the Ancient Bloodline. Only the Eternal Clan could find it. We couldn't exactly work with them."
Elder Chan's expression grew complicated. Ancestor Hui's schemes, the burial grounds' long wait—it was as if an invisible hand had always controlled everything. This plan was aimed at the Eternal Clan. Its mastermind had been able to predict the Eternal Clan's actions and their outcome, and even what might appear in the future.
Elder Chan couldn't help asking, "Who told the burial grounds to wait?"
The Graveyard Keeper shook his head. "I don't know. I only learned that the burial