Then, the giant fist of light seemed to have life, slowly changing its shape, and turned into a broad and boundless palm of light. In the terrified eyes of the seven twelve-winged angels, this palm gently clenched and enveloped them all. The noble existence that once claimed to be the light of heaven was now like a doll in the hands of a child, unable to resist.

The faces of the seven twelve-winged angels were filled with disbelief and panic. Before this, they were full of confidence, and thought that the seven of them had joined forces to unleash their strongest attack, which was enough to shake the world, but they did not expect that in front of Jiang Han, all of this was so vulnerable. They struggled hard, flapping their wings, trying to escape this sudden cage, but all efforts were in vain.

Finally, with a slight wave, Jiang Han waved his hand lightly, and the palm of light disappeared along with the trapped angels, and was sent into an unknown small world. The forest returned to silence again, and only the residual waves in the air told of the thrilling contest just now.

Chen Nan looked up, the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto his slightly immature face, adding a bit of curiosity and anticipation to his eyes. "Master, where is our next destination?" There was a hint of uncontrollable curiosity in his words, as if he was full of endless reverie about the journey that was about to begin.

Jiang Han, the elder in green shirt with a gentle face like jade, gently raised a mysterious smile. His lips moved slightly, and he slowly uttered three words: "Gods and Demons Cemetery." After that, his eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, looking at the land covered by history.

"Cemetery of Gods and Demons?" Chen Nan frowned slightly, looking a little confused. "But, as far as I know, there is nothing there except the tombs of heroes and demons in ancient legends. Why are we going there?" There was a hint of doubt in his voice, and he was obviously quite surprised by the choice of this destination.

Jiang Han heard this, and a deep look flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling the changes in the past. He did not answer immediately, but smiled gently, and that smile contained too many indescribable emotions. Then, his figure suddenly became blurred, like a dewdrop in the morning light, gradually dissipating in the air. But in the blink of an eye, a dazzling golden light burst out from the spot. It was Jiang Han's body movement driven by secret methods, which turned into a stream of light, passed through the layers of green curtains of the Eternal Forest, and flew towards the distant sky.

As Jiang Han left, the air around him seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving Chen Nan standing alone, looking at the fading golden light, with unprecedented excitement and longing in his heart. The name of the Cemetery of Gods and Demons was like an ancient spell, awakening his curiosity and desire for the unknown world. He secretly made up his mind that no matter what was waiting for him ahead, he would bravely take this step and uncover the heavy fog on that mysterious land.

Tianyuan Continent, that vast and magical land, hides an ancient and mysterious region in its heart - the Central Zone. Here, the dust of history and the vision of the future are interwoven into magnificent pictures that are fascinating.

In the heart of this central region, there stands a holy place that inspires awe in the world - the Cemetery of Gods and Demons! The cemetery is surrounded by tall snow maple trees carved by time. They are like guardian gods, with lush branches and leaves, and emerald green, showing an unyielding vitality. Every summer, the branches and leaves of these snow maple trees are miraculously dotted with countless snow-white petals, as if it is the most exquisite handwriting of nature, inlaying light snowflakes in the emerald green, forming a sharp contrast with the scorching heat outside, bringing a hint of indescribable coolness and tranquility.

Those snow-white petals sway gently in the wind and occasionally fall, like feathers slowly descending from the sky, lightly touching the cheeks of every visitor, releasing a refreshing and elegant fragrance that penetrates the soul, as if it could wash away all the dust and troubles in the world, making people feel awe and inexplicably comforted.

Looking around, there are tombs scattered in this cemetery of gods and demons, each carrying a glorious or tragic history. These tombs are either magnificent, with ancient and mysterious runes carved on the stone tablets, telling the great achievements of the heroes; or simple and plain, with only an uncarved stone as a mark, silently telling the tenacity and perseverance of ordinary life. The sunlight shines through the dense tree canopy, sprinkling on the resting place of these sleepers, adding a bit of sacredness and solemnity to this silent land.

Here, time seems to stand still, and every inch of land and every stone tablet whispers, telling the legendary times when gods and demons coexisted and heroes emerged on the Tianyuan Continent. Stepping into the Cemetery of Gods and Demons is like opening a thick history book, which makes people involuntarily indulge in that magnificent history and feel the shock and emotion that transcends time and space.

"What a familiar place." Chen Nan sighed softly, with a hint of melancholy in his voice. Above the Cemetery of Gods and Demons, golden light fell like drizzle, covering this ancient and solemn land with a layer of mysterious brilliance. He followed closely behind Jiang Han, and walked out of the door that seemed to isolate the hustle and bustle of the world with steady steps. His eyes slowly swept across the densely packed and orderly arranged tombstones below. Each tombstone carried a past and a legend, which made his heart ripple.

At the edge of the cemetery, rows of tall and straight snow maple trees are like loyal guards, guarding this sleeping place. Their branches and leaves are emerald green, and they look more vibrant under the sunshine. When the breeze blows, the green branches and leaves sway gently, as if whispering, and the pure white petals dance with the wind, just like the first snow in winter, lightly spinning and falling in the air, and finally lying quietly on the bluestone road, adding a bit of tenderness and sadness to this solemn place.

"Brother, it smells so good." Little Chenxi raised his childish face, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fragrance in the air, his face full of intoxication and happiness, as if the fragrance of the flowers could wash away all the troubles in the world.

At this warm moment, an old and distant voice penetrated the quiet air and sounded slowly: "You are here again."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a hunched, skinny old man leaning against the door frame in front of a simple thatched house not far away, holding a mottled cane tightly in both hands, and tremblingly walking towards them. The old man's hair and beard were all white, and the years had left deep marks on his face. Every wrinkle seemed to be telling an unknown story. His frail body looked particularly thin in the breeze, as if it would be blown away by an inadvertent gust of wind at any time.

"Do you remember what I said to you when I first came here?" Jiang Han nodded slightly to the gravekeeper, his tone calm but revealing an unquestionable power. His eyes were deep, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"You are the cause, and you are the one who eliminates the consequences." The old gravekeeper stared at Jiang Han, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then turned into a complex emotion. "So, you want to take action? But what is your purpose in coming here? My old bones can't stand too many twists and turns."

Jiang Han raised a mysterious smile, and gently opened his palm. A world seed containing endless mysteries quietly emerged, and the surrounding space was distorted, and the outline of a small world was looming. The moment the old man's eyes touched the world seed, they became extremely sharp, as if they could see through the illusion. A repressive breath emanated from him, causing the air around him to tremble, and the void even made a slight hissing sound, and the scene behind him began to become bizarre, foreshadowing the movement of some unknown force. "Do you really want to do it?" Jiang Han's voice penetrated the heavy air around him. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, capturing the extraordinary momentum that was gradually rising from the gravekeeper, but he still maintained a kind of indifference, as if he was frozen for eternity, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The figure of the gravekeeper looked even more aloof in the breeze, with a faint smile on his lips, as if everything in the world was under his control. "Humph, if you insist on letting me step into your little world, then I will play a game with you!" After saying that, he exuded a determination that should not be underestimated, and the light in his eyes was as deep as an ancient pond, revealing unquestionable courage and determination.

Jiang Han uttered a few words softly. Although his voice was faint, it was like the sound of an ancient bell, slowly echoing in the air. "In that case, let's use the life and death plate as a stage to determine who is better."

There was a hint of imperceptible surprise in the eyes of the gravekeeper, as if a thousand-year-old well suddenly rippled. He had never thought that this seemingly ordinary young man had such an insight into the essence of things and saw through his true identity at a glance.

Boom!

A deafening roar cut through the sky, and along with it, the shriveled body of the gravekeeper suddenly expanded, as if he had crossed the boundaries of time and space, and turned into a giant a million times larger. Then, above the sky, an extremely large life and death disk slowly appeared, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura, a power that could change the color of the world and make all living beings tremble.

In the blink of an eye, a series of deafening roars suddenly sounded in the Cemetery of Gods and Demons. The sound came from deep within the cemetery. It was the roar of gods and the wailing of demons. They intertwined together to form a tremendous force that could shake the heavens and the earth, as if it would completely tear apart the boundaries between the three realms and six paths.

"Roar--"

A terrifying roar came from the deepest part of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory, carrying with it an endless desire and anger to break free from the shackles. The earth trembled as if it could not bear the impact of this force. In the continuous roar, the souls of the gods and demons sleeping in the cemetery seemed to be awakened and ready to move. The entire cemetery of gods and demons fell into chaos and turmoil.

"This old fellow actually hides such terrifying strength!" The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon involuntarily shrank its neck, its eyes full of shock, and the usually arrogant face was now filled with an expression of disbelief.

Chen Nan was also deeply shocked by the scene before his eyes. Although he had a premonition that the old gravekeeper was extraordinary, he had never imagined that his true strength would be so horrifying and beyond everyone's expectations. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of urgency and awe.

This aura weighed heavily on the void, like endless mountains or the low roar of a giant beast from the abyss. Its power was so strong that even the nameless gods and demons in the legend would pale in comparison. If this kind of power was placed in the era of the ancient gods' disputes, it would surely be one of the most dazzling stars in the heavens and the worlds, attracting countless creatures to look up to it.

Jiang Han's face was as dark as water, his eyes were deep and calm, his body slowly rose up, like the sun rising in the east, gradually blooming with a thousand feet of light. Wrapped in this light, his figure gradually twisted and changed, and finally turned into an extremely large and dazzling golden spiral fruit, with mysterious runes flowing on the surface, and every ray of light contained the original power when the world was first created.

Under the fruit, a Tai Chi diagram slowly emerged, with the interweaving of the primordial energy and the mother energy of all things. The black and white colors, the yin and yang, were like the oldest and most constant truth in the universe. The Tai Chi diagram and the golden fruit echoed each other, with a few strands of golden filaments swaying gently between them, subtly connecting the two together, forming an indescribable harmony and balance, as if it was the most perfect fit between heaven and earth.

As the golden fruit rotated silently, the great power contained in the Tai Chi diagram began to fluctuate, just like an ancient bell being struck gently, with a long echo that crossed the boundaries of time and space. A desolate and ancient charm permeated the air, an aura that transcended time and witnessed the birth and destruction of the universe, which made people feel awe.

This force seemed to be able to touch the veins of time, causing the flow of time around it to tremble, like a huge wave in the ocean, surging and boundless. The passage of time became blurred at this moment, as if it was stretched and compressed, making people feel the weight and depth of the years.

Chen Nan looked up at the golden fruit in the sky, and his heart was shocked as never before. It was the same Shining Fruit, but the power displayed by the other party contained the power of time, which made him seem to have a glimpse of the essence of time and touched the threshold of controlling time. At this moment, an inexplicable enlightenment surged in his heart, and there seemed to be a vague direction for the further development and application of the fruit.

As the Tai Chi diagram slowly turned, the changes in Chen Nan's body became more obvious. The picture of gods and demons hidden deep in his soul began to slowly rotate involuntarily. Each rotation had an indescribable rhythm, as if it had a mysterious resonance with the Tai Chi diagram in the outside world. This feeling was both strange and familiar, and made Chen Nan feel a throbbing from the depths of his blood, as if the gears of fate were quietly biting at this moment, foreshadowing the infinite possibilities of the future. (End of this chapter)