In Linchuan City, Liu Bai was just a coffin shop owner who didn't know how to practice. People in the world refine their Qi and build foundations, seek enlightenment and become immortals, but he has no chance of becoming an immortal, and he only dies for mortals. Until one rainy night, an old man he had never met came to him and said, "This is the ninth time you have buried me." The old man left behind a burial deed from sixty-two years ago. The signature was white, but the handwriting was exactly the same as his today. But he had no memory of that year, that person, or that funeral.
Since then, a long-hidden past story of the sect has been reopened. Broken steles, ancient deeds, lost texts, and names deleted by future generations point to the more distant years. Liu Bai began to discover that the immortal sects that had long been destroyed in the history books, the immortal dynasties that once dominated the world, and the great monks who were revered as legends all seemed to have passed him by. People in the world compete for secret realms, inheritance, and eternal life, just to escape a hundred years of life and death; but what he is pursuing is how many eras he has lived in, and why he always appears at the end of an era.
But the years never leave only opportunities. Immortals will fall, sects will decline, dynasties will be rewritten by those who come after them, and people who were once unforgettable will one day remain only a blur in the history books. The closer he gets to the truth, the more Liu Bai discovers that living forever doesn't necessarily mean having more - sometimes it just means saying goodbye later than everyone else.
If the path of immortality eventually comes to an end, and eternity will eventually become old history, then what can really be left behind is your cultivation, name and legend, or is it a period of human life that someone once walked with you?
