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A handful of loess gradually covered the crystal coffin. It also concealed the once beautiful girl who was placed inside the coffin.

The Firmament Stone wandered around the crystal coffin. It was very sad. It spoke in Di Fuyi's mind, "My master does not like the dark. Do we have to bury her underground?"

Di Fuyi's face was pale, but he did not say a word. He seldom spoke lately, unless it was necessary for him to give an order to other people. Otherwise, he would keep his mouth sealed for an entire day.

"My Lord, after a few decades, do you think my master will climb out from the soil?" The Firmament Stone was anxious. It heard a lot of stories about zombies. It pictured Gu Xijiu climbing out of her coffin like a zombie and could not accept that image.

Although the Firmament Stone knew the heavenly secret that its master would be resurrected after 38 years, it did not know how she would be revived. Perhaps, to punish Gu Xijiu, it would let her climb out in the form of a zombie before becoming a normal person.

Di Fuyi still did not answer the Firmament Stone. He continued to slowly build a grave for Gu Xijiu.

The place was surrounded by mountains and rivers. It was an excellent place for burial with good Feng Shui. This place was referred to as the legendary Dragon Lair[1].

Even though Di Fuyi knew that Gu Xijiu's body was only a sh.e.l.l without a soul, as long as it was about her, he could tolerate any sloppiness. There would be special guards in this place so that no one would steal the body! He only hoped that she could get peace in these decades…

After the body was buried, Di Fuyi took out his flute and played a song. The music fluttered into the air like a lullaby. After he finished one song, he smashed the flute in front of her grave.

The white jade flute shattered on the ground; the Firmament Stone was shocked by what it witnessed. It looked at Di Fuyi and naturally understood what he meant. His flute was one of Gu Xijiu's favorite things. Now that she was no longer here, he would never play the flute again.

Bo Ya, the ancient singer, smashed his piano to say goodbye to his soulmate. The Lord broke his flute to say goodbye to his lover.

Di Fuyi looked at the sky. At this moment, the sun was half set, and the clouds had turned golden red by the setting sun. It was quite a spectacular scene.

Usually, it was normal for him to watch the sunrise and sunset. Even if the scenery were spectacular, he would get bored since he had seen it for thousands of years. The beauty of nature could no longer amaze him.

But now, he looked at the half-falling sunset and had a nostalgic feeling. He really wanted to live longer, even if it was only until the day of her resurrection. It would mean the world to him even if he could just see her from afar…

When he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw a stream of colorful lights in the air; it was like an aurora swaying in the sky. It made the sunset glow redder, and the clouds looked more magnificent. It was breathtaking. Because the lights were mixed with the light of the setting sun, Di Fuyi did not see clearly how many colors were present but he suspected that there were at least five.

Had the interim Lord finally come? His fingers clenched slightly! In fact, he did not want to teach his skills to the interim Lord. After all, the power would shake people's heart. If the interim Lord acted on behalf of Gu Xijiu for too long, he or she might not want to let go of the power…

When Gu Xijiu took over, there might be a lot of trouble…