The night my grandfather died, I was blocked in a graveyard by a ghost sedan carrying a coffin. Hundreds of ghosts forced me to drive the Yin-Yang Road. At the critical moment of life and death, thousands of immortals appeared under my skin. It turned out that my grandfather spent seventeen years to refine me into a living "Feng Shen Tai" - all the immortals were not trying to protect me, but they were waiting for me to awaken.
Huang Pizi stole my yang energy for three years just to ask for a title. I used half of the remaining scrolls to backhand his immortal bones, and from then on a living shrine was built for him in the Guanwai Wilderness Temple. When the chains soaked in cow's tears were loosened, the entire northeastern family saw the same prophecy in ancient books: the last tombkeeper returned to his post, and all the immortal families living in the world had to listen to his orders.
On top of the mass graves, there is a word under my feet - calamity. In this calamity, I want all gods and Buddhas to remember the name of a mortal. Want to take away my immortal bones? Line up to guard the tomb.
