Who the Fuck Are You Calling Xiao Yan?

The desolate, deathly silent earth lay beneath a dim, murky sky, thin mist drifting everywhere.

Energy bodies lived across the shattered land, some alone, others gathered in twos and threes to converse.

Since the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb had been destroyed, the Heavenly Tomb had gained a little more vitality.

Its distorting influence over souls had vanished. The energy bodies were no longer insane, nor did they possess such overwhelming urges to devour one another.

This made communication between them possible, and a new social structure quietly took shape.

Yet all the energy bodies tacitly avoided the depths of the Heavenly Tomb. The place where Xiao Xuan's tombstone stood was forbidden ground to them.

Aside from their respect for Xiao Xuan, the current master of the Heavenly Tomb, Xiao Yan, also possessed the strength to suppress them all.

Within the Tombstone Space, Xiao Yan's aura finally stopped rising, settling at the level of a one-star Dou Sheng.

The Hundred Lives Reincarnation was nearing its end. In his final life, when Xiao Yan, surrounded by powerful enemies, leapt from a cliff with Xiao Meng in his arms to die for love, the dream ended.

Xiao Yan's eyelids twitched as he slowly opened his eyes. An indescribable weariness of age filled them.

"Xiao Meng..." he murmured softly, raising a hand to wipe away the moisture at the corner of his eye.

Throughout those hundred reincarnations, there had been far more regrets than fulfillment. Especially in the final few lives, Xiao Meng had died several times to save Xiao Yan, meeting tragic deaths right before his eyes.

"Qing Meng..." Qing Meng turned its head away, a trace of confusion in its innocent gaze. It felt that Xiao Yan was somewhat unfamiliar now.

"Qing Meng..." Xiao Yan's gaze softened as he looked at