In a rarely visited valley on White Ning Island in the Chang Kong Sea, shimmering light welled up from underground. Strange radiance shifted, vegetation moved, and before long, the restrictions opened, revealing magnificent courtyards and palaces amid the wilderness.
This had originally been the mausoleum of a mortal kingdom's king. At some unknown point, the Netherworld Sect had turned it into a corpse-nurturing ground, and even the king himself had been imbued with the kingly aura of humanity and refined into a zombie king of the corpse immortal Dao.
He had thus remained hidden here for centuries, waiting for a Netherworld Sect Messenger to bring orders before emerging once more.
In just a few days, the Rivers and Lakes across tens of thousands of miles stirred at the news. Vast numbers of rogue cultivators gathered to attend the Bliss Banquet, a grand gathering of the Demonic Path hosted by the corpse king.
When the guests arrived, they found a splendid scene of lanterns, festive decorations, and palace maids waiting on every side. The White Ning Kingdom's ruler had long since prepared all manner of provisions to entertain them, and fine wine, sumptuous dishes, spirit pills, and treasures were served in an endless stream.
A palace maid respectfully announced, "Honored Customers, our master has ordered a three-day feast here. You may freely enjoy all the treasures, immortal and mortal alike."
Some frivolous libertines immediately eyed the lovely maids welcoming them and teased, "His Majesty is so generous. Does 'freely enjoy' include you as well?"
The beautiful maid smiled and answered seductively, "Of course."
Then, to the guests' astonishment, she stepped forward of her own accord, linked arms with one of them, and guided him to his seat.
Those who arrived afterward saw grassroots rogue cultivators engaged in lofty conversation and hearty