A Thousand Years of Countless Figurines

Among row after row of lifelike yet deathly silent human figurines, Li Shun found his younger sister.

Within Imperial Tomb Commandery, the only one who could be "buried" was Emperor Gan.

As for all other living beings, regardless of their status in life, after death they were molded into human figurines, serving at Emperor Gan's side for generation after generation.

Great Qian had been founded for five hundred and seventy-three years, yet Imperial Tomb Commandery had already endured several thousand years.

The human figurines were arranged in grim rows according to the order of their deaths.

As a thousand years of time accumulated day by day, this place had long since built up a dense army of human figurines stretching beyond sight.

Standing within it, one could not help but feel a yin wind pierce to the bone, chilling the heart.

Yet the people of Tomb Commandery had long grown accustomed to such strange funeral customs.

"Xiao Yuan... she passed away at the age of one hundred and thirty-two."

"She borrowed seventy-six years of longevity from Heaven, but failed to break through to the Grand Simplicity Realm and borrow her life once more." Li Qing said hoarsely, his eyes red.

Trembling, he reached out and gently stroked Xiao Yuan's figurine face.

The expression on the figurine's face was strangely calm. Her eyes gazed quietly into the dim distance, so lifelike that it seemed as though this icy shell still lived.

Thinking back on his memories of life in Tomb Commandery, Li Shun could not help frowning slightly. "Since when could our tomb-guarding clan cultivate?"

"I spent twenty-seven years as a hard laborer in Cold Mountain Town. By a fortunate coincidence, I rendered great merit and was granted the Twelve Longevity Method by the Court."

Li Qing slapped his forehead. "I