Thousand Machines Market, not far from the mundane city's outskirts, lay a serene and solemn woodland garden.
Chen Sheng stood alone, his gaze deep as he stared at this land. This was the graveyard and cenotaph of his wife, children, and beloved disciples from his second life.
Once, this was nothing more than an unremarkable barren hill.
Back then, a branch of the Tang Clan, without Spiritual Roots, migrated to the mortal realm, also bearing the mission of guarding the graveyard and silently continuing the family's bloodline.
Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye, and the world changed; the once barren hill had long transformed.
Now, before his eyes stood a grand woodland garden—the Tang Clan's ancestral burial ground.
The lush pines and cypresses were arranged with care, towering stone monuments standing among them, highlighting the family's legacy and glory.
