"Longevity Hall, where the suspended gourd brings salvation to the world; the Undying Palace, where evil is subdued and wickedness punished."
"In the Xuanhu Great Thousand World, who has not heard the names of those two true immortals, Daoists Changsheng and Busi?"
"You two entered the Buzhou World with the same purpose as us, I imagine. Now that the Shanhe Daoist Sect's True Disciple has entered the snare, what plans do you and the other Daoists of Xuanmen have?"
Over the silent, lifeless sea, the water seemed to have lost the qualities of life and motion. Its cold, deathly surface bore not a single ripple.
Looking into the distance, wisps of death and Netherworld aura rose from the still, deep-black water, drifting and gathering into motionless clouds beneath a sky as sinister as a plague.
Above this sea shrouded in plague and despair, white jade and black stone formed a floating platform of interwoven black and white, where yin and yang gave birth to one another.
Yin and yang energies coiled over the platform, manifesting distinct black and white domains, each with a Daoist seated cross-legged within it.
In the black domain, the Daoist wore a white jade crown and a brocade robe, snowy white from head to toe. A snow-silkworm whisk rested over his arm, and three slender strands of beard stirred gently. He truly possessed an immortal's grace and a Daoist's bearing, the countenance of a true immortal.
In the white domain, the Daoist wore a black-stone circlet and ink-black robes. He held an ink-black cauldron in one hand and formed a hand seal with the other. His face was clean-shaven, his appearance somewhere between immortal and demon.
Upon this lonely, boundless Dead Sea, the tiny platform, the two Daoists whose state of life or death was unknowable,