After the discussion, Ye Chen returned to the bedroom alone, first used the reincarnation blood to dispel the resentment of the bronze ghost face, and then fell into a deep sleep with complicated emotions.

That night, Ye Chen felt that the world was spinning, and the whole world seemed to be distorted. Countless time, space, characters, cause and effect, and secrets were constantly changing.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Chen was awakened by a banging on the door.

"Hey, Ye Shitian, why don't you get up?"

"How long are you going to sleep? Today is the day of God's burial. The Blood Moon Heavenly Emperor treated you so well and passed on the Heavenly Emperor's Golden Wheel and the Kingdom of Reincarnation to you. Don't you go to bury God yourself?"

There was a rushing sound from outside the door.

Ye Chen woke up and opened his eyes, only to feel a splitting pain in his head, and countless memory confusions.

He took a deep breath before sorting out his memory, and found that the timeline of the past seemed to be distorted, and many memories flooded into his mind out of thin air.

These memories are related to a person named Ye Shitian.

Ye Shitian is an elite disciple in the reincarnation camp. Because of his outstanding talent, he was named Ye Shitian by Ren Feifan.

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, because he found that in Ye Shitian's memory, this Ye Chen had died a few days ago.

The cause of death was what Ren Feifei said, because of devouring Zhou Wuhuang, being backlashed, and the curse of Zhou Mushen, and the side effects of modifying the results of crossing the catastrophe, all disasters and tragic death.

"Senior Ren has modified the past, am I already dead?"

Ye Chen was a little confused, and then was surprised to find that the place he was in was no longer the reincarnation bedroom of the Shanghuang Tiangong, but an ordinary room, where the disciples of the reincarnation camp lived.

The world line has been modified, and even Ye Chen's location has also changed, which is really weird.

"Hey, Ye Shitian, get up!"

The knocking on the door continued.

"coming."

Ye Chen complied, took out the bronze ghost mask, put it firmly on his face, and looked at the clothes on his body, and sure enough, it had been changed, and became the clothes of ordinary disciples.

He opened the door and went out, only to see a little fat man standing outside the door, who was also an ordinary disciple in the reincarnation camp.

In Ye Chen's mind, a special memory naturally sprang up, it was the memory of Ye Shitian, this little fat man was named Liu Qiming, and he and Ye Shitian were brothers who grew up together.

But in fact, Ye Shitian does not exist, and Liu Qiming does not have such a brother.

However, because Ren Feifei modified the past and created Ye Shitian out of thin air, all related world lines were changed.

"Wow, this mask of yours is really handsome. The Blood Moon Heavenly Emperor is so kind to you, and all the relics of God have been passed on to you."

Looking at Ye Chen's bronze ghost face, Liu Qiming repeatedly praised and said enviously.

Many memories naturally flooded Ye Chen's mind, that is, when Ye Chen died, many relics were distributed by Ren Feifan, and most of them were passed on to Ye Shitian.

So in the days to come, although Ye Chen wore a mask, he didn't need to deliberately conceal the magic weapon of reincarnation, he could use it as much as he wanted without arousing suspicion.

Ren Feifei was very thoughtful, and the relevant world lines and cause and effect were all revised to perfection, ensuring that even if Ye Chen remained anonymous, his combat power would not be too restricted.

"Liu Qiming, is God really dead?"

Ye Chen was a little dazed, and looked up at the world in front of him.

All this was so weird that he hadn't even felt it in his dream.

I saw white banners, elegiac couplets, chrysanthemums and soul flowers hanging everywhere in the Shanghuang Tiangong. It is like the ashes of the book of reincarnation, and the aftertaste of burning candle incense is in the air.

Ye Chen still remembered that yesterday, the Shanghuang Tiangong was still full of lights and festoons, celebrating his victory.

But he only slept for one night, and when he woke up, the world changed. A funeral was being held in the Heavenly Palace of the Supreme Emperor, and it was a funeral for him, the lord of reincarnation.

Today is the day of his burial.

Listening to Ye Chen's words, Liu Qiming sighed, and said, "Oh, this is unacceptable to everyone. God is jealous of talents. Unfortunately, God is riding a crane. Our reincarnation camp has no backbone. I really don't know what to do in the future."

"I know you are very sad, but you want to inherit God's legacy, don't give up on yourself."

Ye Chen nodded, not knowing what to say for a while.

Liu Qiming said: "Let's go, it's getting late, we are going to bury God."

Ye Chen gave a "hmm" and followed Liu Qiming to the square of Shanghuang Tiangong.

Coming to the square, Ye Chen saw an incomparably spectacular and shocking scene.

The entire square is filled with wreaths and elegiac couplets made by Wuwu Time and Space Soul Flower.

Surrounded by thousands of flowers, Ye Chen saw his dead body in the center of the square.

Of course it wasn't his body, it was just Qinglian's avatar disguised.

But outsiders can't tell the difference at all, they just think he is dead.

Beside the corpse, Xia Ruoxue, Wei Ying, Ji Siqing, Wu Yao, Shentu Wan'er, Ye Luoer and other women, all dressed in plain plain, linen and filial piety, cried together.

When Qianhong cried, Wanyan felt the same grief.

Ye Chen's death made all the girls heartbroken, and they all cried and fainted several times. If Grandpa Ye Chen and Buddha were not watching, they might have gone with Ye Chen and died directly.