Three years ago, Lin Xuan, the number one genius of the Southern Territory, had his dantian shattered by a palm strike from his most trusted senior brother, and his body was abandoned in a mass grave. Three years later, he had become a good-for-nothing at Qingyun Hall whom everyone could bully. On the day of his grand wedding, holy maiden Su Qingxue smashed a letter of engagement cancellation right into his face, and the entire hall burst into laughter. No one knew that inside the ancient coffin of the mass grave, a woman in white had used his dantian as a cauldron, and with the words, 'Live three hundred years for me,' she had locked him away for three whole years. Everyone said his spiritual roots were completely severed and his cultivation entirely ruined, yet they did not know that deep within his dantian, a demonic pill had already quietly taken form, waiting only for the day it would break the seal.