I Cultivate the Way of Time, Immortal and Undying

There was a small village isolated from the rest of the world, where people lived in peace and quiet.

Then one day, a huge, bottomless pit appeared in the center of the village. Hideous demons with pointed snouts and sharp fangs crawled out of it, slaughtering the villagers.

At that moment, a radiant figure appeared in the sky and slowly descended, placing himself between the remaining villagers and the demons. He looked at the ground around him, stained red with blood.

“Alas!” With nothing more than a soft sigh, every demon that had been slaughtering the villagers vanished. Seeing the villagers huddled together, he merely snapped his fingers, and all those the demons had killed came back to life.

When the villagers saw him, they all prostrated themselves, their eyes filled with worship. The figure looked toward the huge pit in the center of the village and raised his hand slightly. A stone stele appeared, sealing the pit.

A day later, the villagers rose as if waking from sleep. There was not a trace of blood on the ground, nor any sign of demons. The only proof that what had happened was no dream was the stone stele standing in the middle of the village. The villagers rushed to it. Carved on the stele were just four words: Tomb of Light and Darkness.