Lush grass spread beneath green willows; a pair of swallows returned.
Many more graves had appeared across the grassy slopes, fresh earth mounded over new tombs. Every disciple and sect member slain in battle, regardless of cultivation, was buried in these tranquil wilds. Cultivators spent a hundred years in a dream, severed from the mortal world; by the time they returned, their homeland had long since changed beyond recognition, leaving nowhere to go. Shenhua Mountain was the final resting place of Chunyang cultivators.
At this time, Chunyang still followed the custom of dust returning to dust and earth returning to earth, without too many cumbersome rites. It was plain and ordinary, no different from mortal funerals.
Before the sun rose this morning, all had been buried. For the first time in countless years, Chunyang Palace had suffered grievous losses...
They offered sacrifice to the mountain, informing Heaven and Earth.
Once buried, Celestial Beings and mortals were forever parted.
The hollow call of cuckoos drifted through the air, while sparrows chirped and hopped among the trees. Bai Yujun sat atop a boulder on a hillside ablaze with wildflowers, watching from afar as her fellow disciples were buried. She raised her Wine Gourd and took several swallows of rice wine, then lifted a hand to smooth back the long hair the wind had disheveled.
Bai Yujun was a flood dragon. She could not approach the funeral too closely, lest she disturb the Lost Souls, and could only bid them farewell from afar.
She raised the Wine Gourd and poured wine before her three times. All she could do now was improve the graveyard's feng shui and offer them her devout blessings. Bai Yujun would show the utmost respect to comrades who had fallen in battle.
The funeral was simple and quiet. Pear