The Tomb Keeper of the Immortal Realm

While others cultivate immortality, I collect corpses. I bury the dead and loot their treasures, two jobs at once.

I only wanted to keep my head down in the cemetery until I reached immortality, but people keep showing up to be served to me.

The demon king is arrogant? One shovel and he’s buried as fertilizer.

The immortal is conceited? I’ll swallow the lightning tribulation as a tonic.

The Heavenly Dao wants me dead? Sorry, you’re my last supper.

I’m the gravedigger, a professional at dealing with anyone who won’t behave. I bury them, and I digest them, too.

Why is it so hard these days to enjoy a quiet barbecue?