Chapter 436: I have a Sunday at home

"Sunday, don't run around!"

"Sunday, don't disturb the gods and demons' rest!"

"Sunday, go dig a pit and bury that old guy who won't die!"

Sunday, thin and weak, all black, is the African brother of the Xianxia World.

If you want to know where he came from, you have to start from a certain day ten years ago.

It is said that on that day, a wisp of baleful energy left by the Ancestral God Pangu transformed into a fake Ancestral God Pangu in the Five-Colored Divine Stone. The fake Ancestral God Pangu was not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao and was blown to pieces by the Chaos World-Extinguishing Thunder sent down by the Heavenly Dao. The Immortal Kings, God Kings, handsome men, and beautiful women who came to hunt for treasures left one after another, leaving only Zhang Xingyu, who had fallen into the large pit, fainted at the bottom of the pit.

Beside Zhang Xingyu were piles of fine sand, one of which was golden on the surface, yellow enough to shine, bright enough to be dazzling.

After the crowd retreated, the yellow sand suddenly split from the center, and a white point of light the size of a needle tip flew out from it. The point of light circled around Zhang Xingyu's body, and then swished into Zhang Xingyu's brow. Not long after, a tiny cyclone appeared on Zhang Xingyu's forehead, dragging the surrounding baleful energy straight into Zhang Xingyu's brow.

If Zhang Xingyu hadn't lost consciousness, he would have been surprised to find: his God Sea had been shrouded in endless baleful energy. In the center of his God Sea, a seven-colored lotus flower the size of a thumb had actually emerged in the middle of the originally upright and unbranched green lotus. This lotus flower was like an unborn starving ghost, constantly sucking the baleful energy in the God Sea into its belly.

About thirty days later, there was no trace of baleful energy in the God Sea. The lotus flower suddenly bloomed, spitting out a black little person the size of a soybean. The little person jumped off the lotus flower and jumped around on the lotus leaf next to it. When he was tired of jumping, he tore off a petal and chewed it. After eating that petal, he jumped off the lotus leaf lightly and strolled around in the God Sea. A circle here, a circle there. Sometimes touching the pitch-black Heavenly God Sword, sometimes circling the edge of the Soul-Refining God Furnace, sometimes drawing a little turtle with the black mud around the God Sea to play. Just like this, he drank the God Liquid in the God Sea when thirsty, and ate the seven-colored lotus flower that nurtured him when hungry. This little black guy actually grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time he ate the seven-colored lotus flower, he had actually grown to 1.2 or 1.3 meters tall.

On the day the baleful energy in the God Sea disappeared, Zhang Xingyu woke up. He named this little guy born from the green lotus 'Sunday'. Sunday is a day of rest, and Zhang Xingyu hoped he would rest well and not jump around randomly every day.

After Sunday grew up, he didn't want to stay in the God Sea anymore. Zhang Xingyu's Heavenly Gate couldn't hold him; Sunday could jump out of Zhang Xingyu's brow with one somersault.

Later, Zhang Xingyu miraculously recovered. They left the large pit together and returned to the cemetery planted with snow maple trees. Arriving at the gravekeeper's stone house, Zhang Xingyu was surprised to find that the old man he had buried with his own hands was still sitting in the stone house. At night, the old man lit the dim oil lamp on the broken wooden table again. Then, he lay down on the floor and fell asleep peacefully. There was no breath, no snoring, and a new circle and a line of crooked handwriting were added under his withered fingers: "I've lived enough."

Zhang Xingyu dug a pit in the dark again and buried the old man in it. Buried in the earth, he hoped the old man would not wake up again. The next morning, he woke up amidst the bustling sounds of gods and demons. The moment he opened his eyes, he stood there in a daze again. Damn it, the old man appeared again. He was sitting on the broken chair next to the wooden table, holding a bowl that was broken beyond repair, and the bowl contained a shallow layer of golden God Liquid.

Zhang Xingyu tried to communicate with him, but the old man only had one sentence in his mouth: "I've lived enough." At night, the old man lay on the floor and fell asleep again. No breathing, stiff, pale and terrifying. Zhang Xingyu was helpless, so he had to call Sunday to bury him again.

Later, the job of burying people became Sunday's business. During the day, Sunday strolled in the cemetery, talking and laughing with the gods and demons; at night, he returned to the stone house to bury people and sleep.

Zhang Xingyu practiced during the day and slept at night. The God and Demon Cemetery was full of divine energy, which was a good place for cultivation. He had also thought about finding a way out, but he went out a few times, turned around, and finally returned to this cemetery. He could no longer find the way out of this desert, and even the large pit he came from could no longer be found.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed. Several gods and demons in the cemetery had disappeared. Their graves had collapsed, and the tombstones in front of the graves had all broken into two pieces. Sunday said that these gods and demons were dead, completely and thoroughly dead. From then on, no one in the world would remember their names.

Zhang Xingyu woke up from his cultivation. His God Sea had expanded several times, and the God Sea was golden and wavy. But he didn't have much joy. More than ten years of time, more than ten years of loneliness. Although he was practicing most of the time, boring cultivation could not reduce the loneliness of living alone. He missed Tang Yunxi, missed her pretty face, missed her fluttering black hair, missed her sweet kiss. He missed Gu Yuyao, missed her pitiful appearance, missed her yam and pork rib soup. He missed the demoness Hali, missed her narcissistic appearance, missed her appearance of being in heat. He also missed the beautiful master, missed Senior Sister Ling'er, missed Senior Sister Ruyan, missed the naughty apprentice, missed Zhang Kaixin, missed Zhu Xiaopang, missed Hu Siping, missed Senior Brother, missed Senior Sister, missed everyone.

Because he missed them, he was even more lonely. So he understood why the old man holding the broken bowl and drinking God Liquid said he had lived enough. If a person lives, no matter how long they live, no one will remember them in the end. Thus, living became dying.

"Master, another old guy is about to die completely." Sunday jumped in front of Zhang Xingyu and shouted excitedly.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head: "People are going to have a feast, what are you excited about?"

"This one is different. This time, the one who is going to die is that guy called Tang Bushan."

"Tang Bushan?" Zhang Xingyu searched his memory but couldn't remember who this guy called Tang Bushan was.

"Oh my. Master, you are too stupid. Tang Bushan is that guy who is arrogant to the sky, the one who claims to sweep away all garbage." Sunday was obviously very dissatisfied with Zhang Xingyu's reaction.

Mentioning sweeping away all garbage, Zhang Xingyu naturally knew who he was. That guy's grave was very large, and a huge stone sword stood in front of the grave. According to the news Sunday got, this guy was a main god in the God Domain before he died, liked fighting and slaughter, and was once given the title of "God of War" by the God King. Sunday was a lively character, couldn't sit still, strolled around all day, and liked to chat and brag with the true spirits left behind after the gods and demons died. He made many friends in this cemetery and also got a lot of news through these true spirits.

"Master, that guy Tang Bushan said that his greatest wish is to return to the God Domain. It's a pity that the true spirit has no soul and no body, and cannot withstand a bit of sunlight and wind and rain. To return, someone must build a God Bridge for them to shield them from the wind and rain, otherwise, it is simply a pipe dream for these true spirits who died miserably outside to return to their hometown. That old guy Tang Bushan is destined to die outside! Hee hee!"

Sunday chattered for a while, then jumped away to find the true spirits in the cemetery to chat.

Zhang Xingyu's heart moved, and he stepped out of the stone house. ===== CHAPTER 437 =====