Falling into the Sky

On the day of my ascension, Mr. Nan Dou Xing smiled and said to me, "Congratulations to Mr. Li Xian, for attaining the Great Dao." Six hundred years later, when I opened the archives of my ancestors in the underground palace of my ancestors' graves, I discovered that the cup of congratulatory wine was not filled with fairy wine - it was the bone marrow of six thousand casual cultivators.