One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques. However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed...
The long "loading screen" for resurrection finally ended.
Song Shuhang's body, shrouded in mist, began to solidify, starting from the skeleton and gradually reforming. At last, he was spared from rolling around in boredom on the "Heavenly Emperor's Throne Two."
"Hurry up and come back to life. Don't get too absorbed in dying," the Northern Emperor urged. "We're waiting on you for the throne."
After all, he had traded his "dignity" for the opportunity to use the Heavenly Emperor's Throne, so naturally, he was particularly invested. To him, it wasn't just a throne; it was his pride!
"Almost there, Northern Senior. Don't worry!" Song Shuhang replied.
As he spoke, he opened his "Cultivator Chat System" to check his current status.
In the system, his personal status note, "Deader than dead," began to fade...indicating that he was gradually exiting this "beyond dead" state.