I offer the ten thousand years of magic power I wield as a Guide, to help every loyal soul transcend.
If one of the three souls is missing, the next life will not repeat the path of this one.
As the scripture comes to an end, the human souls fade away bit by bit.
I slowly rise into the air, and a key appears at the center of my forehead.
I cannot change history, nor can I help anyone transcend before they have been judged. Therefore,
heaven's punishment descends, locking away the memories of my disciple, whom I met a thousand years ago. It also seals the promise between my disciple and me.
One hundred thousand loyal souls escort Emperor Bing along the road to the Yellow Springs.
Until every soul is reincarnated, only Bing continues to linger by the River of Forgetfulness.
Waiting.
Waiting for someone.
Waiting for a promise.
It turns out that person was me all along.
This story is entirely fictional. Please don't try to deduce anything from it...
Legend says that people have three souls and seven spirits. The seven spirits vanish with the body, while the three souls return to three different places...
I opened a journey through time to find my disciple's lost human soul, but accidentally fell into the Southern Song dynasty. To learn what happened, please read the story...
[When the protagonist falls into the Southern Song dynasty, the story fully respects history and has no golden finger. He simply witnesses a period of history entirely in the role of a palace eunuch. Readers who like feel-good power fantasies should proceed with caution.]
