Transcending the Mortal World, Free from Dust

[Mortal cultivation, slow-paced] An ordinary body, a burning soul.

Lend me the ten thousand remnant souls of fellow cultivators, and help me form my core!

Secret Realm: The Forsaken Land of Spirits. It is a proving ground for outsiders, but to its native inhabitants, it is their entire world.

The natives regard those who come to undergo trials as immortals, but in the eyes of the trial-takers, they are no more than weeds.

Is that lofty imperial court truly a sturdy bulwark protecting them, or an invisible cage that binds their freedom?

The towering capital seems to be the prosperous heart of power, but in truth it is a secret gateway through which trial-takers enter and leave the Forsaken Land of Spirits.

A green-robed swordsman declares, “I would draw my sword and challenge the Heavenly Mountains, part the clouds and behold the true immortal.” His words brim with heroic ambition, and he vows to uncover the truth and meet the true immortal, but in the end, he falls at the very threshold of that encounter.

When the blood of a hundred thousand people is used in a sacrifice to forge the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a terrifying shadow descends upon the land. What path lies ahead? Rise up in defiance, or sink into it and take its place?

“Fellow cultivators, please join me inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.”