Immortal Coffin Crosses Me

[Mortal flow + cultivating immortals + fighting to the end + female ghost in the coffin + useless counterattack + two-way redemption + conspiracy + long and exciting article] A flash flood washed away the mass burial slope in the back hill of Qingxi Village that no one wanted to take a look at. A white jade coffin was revealed in the mud - carved with cloud patterns, wrapped with gold threads, and so clean that it didn't touch a grain of soil. The people in the village knelt on the ground and said it was ominous. Lu Qing, a sixteen-year-old Orion orphan, went to open the coffin at night with a hatchet in his pocket. There is no body in the coffin. There was only a ray of the woman's soul that was about to disperse. She opened her eyes and looked at him and said three words: "My name is Aheng." That night, she lived in his sea of consciousness. Four spiritual roots mixed with spiritual roots, a useless life that everyone despises; a wisp of residual soul that can't remember who it is. He wants to live, and she wants to remember. So a handyman, a coffin, and a soul started from the lowest woodshed in Luoxiamen—— When others reach the sky in one step, he takes one step at a time; when others ask about immortality, he first asks about the way out. Refining Qi until he vomits blood, risking one's life by building foundation, competing with God for elixir formation, Nascent Soul crawling out from the pile of dead people. Looking back three hundred years later, the grass on the graves of those who could have killed him with a slap would be taller than the person. And the woman in the coffin finally remembered who she was—— I also remembered who nailed her into that coffin.