On a stormy night in the Year of the Fire Ox, Zhang Qingyi, a candidate to become a Celestial Master of Mount Longhu, suffers a backlash from a forbidden art and dies, his cultivation scattered.
“In the Year of the Wood Dog, inside an ancient tomb, he opened young eyes once more.”
One dream spans fifty-seven years. The world has changed beyond recognition.
His former junior brother, Zhang Zhiwei, has become the greatest living expert, the revered Old Celestial Master.
Yet Zhang Qingyi awakens from a sealed corpse tomb with all his cultivation gone. All that remains is a burning point between his brows, sent from the Yellow Springs, and a strange resonance deep in his blood with the corpse king beneath the earth.
The seal on the Yuan-dynasty corpse king in Mount Longhu’s back hills is beginning to break;
At the Luotian Grand Ceremony, a tide of poison corpses threatens to swallow the candidates for Celestial Master’s successor;
Deep in the Twenty-Four Valleys, the embers of the Jiashen Rebellion quietly converge with the shadow of the Corpse Immortal Sect...
As corpses rise without warning on city streets and the balance between the worlds of yin and yang teeters on the brink of collapse,
the world of the extraordinary finally remembers the name buried by time:
“Senior Martial Uncle Qingyi.”
Facing the corpse calamity sweeping across the mortal world, Zhang Qingyi forms a thunder seal with his fingers as the general corpse king bows behind him and awaits his command.
The Golden Light Mantra and corpse fiend energy merge in his palm, becoming divine thunder that pierces yin and yang and purifies the world.
“Zhiwei,” he says, looking at his white-haired junior brother, his smile serene despite having crossed the boundary between life and death,
“In this life, your senior brother will teach you, ”
“what it truly means to attain the Dao through corpses and guard the Yellow Springs.”
