On the top of the Chumar Snow Mountain, there are 9999 stone steps leading to the celestial burial platform. There is a name engraved on each step - the name of the coffin keepers from past generations, written in blood, seeping into the stone three feet deep.
Jiang Zhao received his grandfather's legacy letter and set foot alone in this forbidden land blocked by the wind and snow. There were only a few words in the letter: Don't ask why, just go.
He became the eleventh coffin keeper and drew lines on the coffin with blood every day. There was a man of light sleeping in the coffin, tapping the coffin with his six fingers, telling him where to draw each blood line. On the thirty-seventh day, Light Man spoke: There are still sixty-three days left.
