While Others Refine Immortality, I Refine Souls. Fellow Daoist, Where Is Your Ancestral Grave?

Ten years of cultivation are worth less than one grave robbery.

Fellow cultivators, tell me: where is your family's ancestral grave?

My three-legged, two-eared bronze cauldron gathers every soul under heaven and reshapes them into ghost soldiers, ghost generals, ghost gods, and ghost Buddhas!

I've said it before: I'm just a transporter of souls. I don't create them!

I hear someone has been badmouthing me behind my back. Tell me where his ancestral home is. Looks like every one of his ancestors from the past eighteen generations is destined to meet me!