The night was dark and the desolate mountains stretched endlessly. Looking south to the land of old acquaintances, at the time when the mysterious Technique was born, a sudden upheaval struck like thunder, capturing everyone's eyes.
The eerie figure seemed to emerge from the netherworld, silently and without a trace, piercing through Wang Qingyi's head and seizing his Primordial Spirit.
Life and death ebb and flow, impermanence swift and merciless; those who know destiny and can evade disaster achieve immortality.
However, for the multitude, life and death present the greatest barrier, with innate tribulations arising.
If thoughts are the tribulation of cultivation, the Three Corpses the tribulation of immortality, then life and death are the tribulation of existence.
