"What do you think of the burial ground I chose for you?" came a rough voice.

The whole world shook.

Several people turned around and saw an old man holding a fishing rod on the sand dune nearby.

Fishing in the desert.

It sounds ridiculous, fishing in the desert.

However, the old man looked relaxed, wore a bamboo hat on his head, and his face was covered with wrinkles left by wind and frost.

"I don't know how to call it?" asked the sage Zixia.

"Just call me the Bone Burial Man," the old man said with a smile.

"Are you from the Holy Court?" Saint Zixia asked.

"No, but I owe that old guy a favor to the Holy Ancestor," the old man said with a smile.

"By burying you, I'll be repaying his favor."

Xu Zimo squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the old man in front of him.

There seems to be such a statue in the memory left by the previous generation of demon lords.

"There is no limit to the sea, the Immortal Saint King?"

Xu Zimo read out his name.

The old man looked surprised and said with a smile: "It's interesting, there are still people who remember me."

"What is that?" Saint Zixia and Fairy Haoyue looked confused.
Chapter completed!