Ancient pines and cypresses stood lush and green, the scenery a picture of beauty. Yet a lone earthen mound lay overgrown with weeds. Standing before it, Xu Yang sighed. So many years had passed, and his master Li Yuan's grave had fallen into such disrepair. Time truly flowed like water—if one could not become immortal, one would ultimately turn into a handful of yellow earth!
With a sweep of his sleeve, Xu Yang cleared away the surrounding weeds and brush. Then, forming a hand seal, he made the grave before him tremble and swiftly transform into a stone tomb, plain gray throughout and exceptionally hard. Having done all this, Xu Yang lingered no longer and turned away.
Over the following years, Xu Yang traveled far and wide, setting foot throughout Yue Province. Afterward, he entered Lan Province and continued his travels, leaving his footprints upon famous mountains and great rivers everywhere...