Xi Cao casually swipes a purse from a disciple of the Qingli Sect.
She doesn't expect them to chase her down, intent on killing her.
Fleeing for her life, she falls into a desolate grave.
By chance, she awakens the remnant soul of a powerful cultivator who has been asleep for a thousand years.
The great cultivator learns that after a thousand years, the world has entered the Dharma-Ending Age, spiritual energy is scarce, and people have lost their morals. His sect has long since vanished.
He appoints Xi Cao as the next sect leader and orders her to establish a sect, recruit disciples far and wide, and make the sect great and strong once more.
"We don't even have a plot of land. How are we supposed to establish a sect?"
The great cultivator ponders for a long while. "You have a point. I have a friend who ascended a thousand years ago. We might be able to use his cave dwelling."
"Our sect has no money or treasures. How are we supposed to recruit disciples?"
The great cultivator: "You have a point. I have another friend who died a thousand years ago. We might find some spiritual artifacts and elixirs in his cave dwelling. We could sell them or keep them for the sect."
"Our sect..."
The great cultivator: "I have yet another friend who fell asleep a thousand years ago..."
"Great cultivator, are these people really your friends? Would a friend dig up another friend's grave?"
The great cultivator: "Cultivators don't call them graves. They're secret realms, cave dwellings. We're not robbing graves, we're developing secret realms to benefit the world..."
Theme: After despair, there's always a chance for new life
