In this world, cultivators treat human lives as worthless, using dynasties as chess pieces and feeding their fortune with wars in pursuit of ascension to immortality.
The sight of corpses strewn across the land, however, gave him an idea.
“How about opening a funeral business and running a mortuary? My main line of work will be selling coffins, and on the side I'll collect and prepare unidentified corpses.”
The fairies say I'm bad luck, and the Immortal Venerable laughs at me for being a good-for-nothing.
That is, until war erupts between immortals and demons, leaving corpses stretching for thousands of miles as heaven and earth mourn.
While the immortals stand helpless, I quietly push open the mortuary doors.
Behind me, coffins swing open one after another. Countless clients whom I personally laid to rest and honored with incense slowly open their eyes.
The Demon Venerable who fell yesterday becomes my vanguard.
The sword immortal who died just moments ago stands at my side, sword in hand.
And at the head of them all is the Immortal World's supreme ruler, who came to smash my sign just the day before and now stares blankly ahead.
I give a slight bow to the million divine and demonic corpse puppets behind me.
“Bosses, time to welcome our guests.”
“Today's job is to send all the immortals and Buddhas in the sky to their next lives in paradise!”
