In Zhongnan Mountain, refining longevity, from this moment Immortals are made.
To live, one must seek life in death, becoming a living dead day after day.
Beneath the sheer cliffs of Cang Mountain, the living dead awakened, skin like withered wood meeting spring, vitality like winter's end turning to spring.
In an instant, the long wind in the mountain gently blew, as if it carried a hint of warmth.
Ye Jinciao, Ye Beichen's master, known as the top expert in Zhongnan Mountain in the Celestial Master's words, cast a gaze that seemed to pierce through the vicissitudes of time, sweeping across the vast heavens and brushing over the vast earth, landing on Zhang Fan.
Yet at this moment, Zhang Fan's attention was completely drawn to the ancient painting behind Ye Jinciao.
A faint moon suspended in the sky, the Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin unseen.
Eight eerie figures holding an object, each carrying a coffin, traversing the vast darkness.
