"In the thirty-third year of Daqian, the blood moon covered the sky in Qingniu Village. Lin Chenzhou squatted at the entrance of the village with a mysterious coffin on his back, listening to the villagers scolding him as a 'sangmenxing' - until thousands of bloody corpses in the back mountain broke through the soul-sealing piles, and the red pupils swept across every window! Suddenly there was a bone rumble in the coffin, and a dim light appeared in his palms. When a bloody corpse rushed towards him, only white stubble was left behind! 'This, is this Xuan Gu Jingxie?' Iron Coffin Laojiu's screams were still in his ears. Lin Chenzhou could already feel his martial veins heating up, and his ghost veins exploding in his dantian—it turned out that the Xuan Coffin he had been carrying for eighteen years was the sword that suppressed the Eight Desolations!"
