Infinite Mountain.
Deep within the Ancestral Land.
This place is isolated from the world, forming its own space, and even the flow of time has slowed significantly.
Especially at the center of the Ancestral Land, where an Ancient Bronze Coffin is placed.
The coffin is ancient and grand, its surface mottled with rust, as if having endured and settled through endless ages.
"Ancestor, this unworthy disciple has an important matter to report."
The Infinite Mountain Sect Leader respectfully knelt in front of the Ancient Bronze Coffin, speaking nervously.
"Didn't I tell you, for major matters, let the Dharma Body handle it."
"Unless it concerns the survival of the Holy Land, do not disturb my true body in its slumber!"
An ancient will slowly awakened from the depths of the coffin, full of anger and discontent.
Because each awakening further depletes the little remaining lifespan he has left.
