Cultivating Immortality, Starting with a Soul Transferred into a Burial Coffin

Lin Feng's final moments of consciousness were trapped in the ear-splitting screech of brakes and the world spinning around him. His vision was stained crimson, though he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the city lights reflected in the shattered windshield. Cold rain, mixed with the smell of gasoline, dripped onto his face as he slowly lost feeling.

"Am I going to die..."

The thought sank like a stone into the deep sea. Before it could make much of a ripple, it was swallowed completely by the endless darkness...