Deep in the Chu Palace, there is a sorcerer with disheveled hair and eyes covered with blood-colored spells winding from his collarbone to his ankles. The world only knows that he is the king of Chu who seeks immortality, but they don't know that those snake eyes covered by the shark's gauze can see the ghostly shadow of the Nine Netherworld.
Until the Mingshan Immortal stepped into the Zhanghua Terrace through broken snow, and the plain white crane cloak brushed the bronze chain, awakening the bloodline of the witch god who had been sleeping for three hundred years.
"Is the Immortal Lord here to slay demons?"
The red-clothed witch Zhu licked his fingertips, which turned red, and the golden bell on his wrist trembled as if crying.
The immortal's cold jade-like knuckles clamped the curse mark on his throat, but the cinnabar seeped down the snow-colored Taoist robe into a lotus pattern. Shuangquan's soaked voice sneered in his ear:
"I have come to retrieve the stolen Immortality Spell - with the blood of the Mountain Ghost Witch locked in your marrow."
The golden cage cannot lock the poison that eats the heart, and the shadow of the crane cannot tear through the banners offering sacrifices to the sky.
When the black butterfly crawls out of the King of Chu's coffin, when the golden bell around Wu Zhu's neck is entangled with the immortal's white hair,
This cage started with calculations and ended with a sword soaked in the blood of the emperor.
Bloody prophecies written in the sky of paper money
Is the Immortality Curse a love charm or a curse?
Those eyes that can see into the yin and yang,
Did you ever foresee that you would drown in the cold pool under the eyes of an immortal?
Purpose: Feudal superstition is not advisable