Lu Changsheng transmigrates to another world and gets himself a Burial Coffin of the End Times. He makes a living as a professional undertaker, inheriting the cultivation of the dead.
Others cultivate through talent. He cultivates by drumming up business.
Bury a Saint’s Son today, an Ancestor tomorrow, and his cultivation shoots up like a rocket.
He’d planned to keep his head down, but the world is too cutthroat, and enemies keep lining up to get themselves killed.
With a divine dynasty’s army bearing down on him, he reluctantly brings out his prized Imperial Coffin:
“Hey, buy as a group and I’ll slash the price!”
The big yellow dog by his side snatches an enemy’s divine weapon and mutters:
“Changsheng, can we trade this one for a year’s supply of Supreme Dog Food?”
When a ruler from the Upper Realm descends, intent on destroying the world to prove his Dao, Lu Changsheng merely yawns:
“Don’t rush. I’ve picked out a spot with the best feng shui for you...”
This is the delightful tale of a dog, a man, and a coffin turning the Three Realms and Nine Domains into one giant graveyard.
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