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This donghua is adapted from the novel "Zhu Xian" written by Xiao Ding

ZHU XIAN Immortal Executioner

Episode 1

In ancient times,

among Hundred Thousand Mountains,

a peerless demon was born.

It led a tide of demonic beasts to massacre living beings,

wreaking havoc on the human world.

The warriors of the ancient Wu clan fought against the beast tide,

but were defeated by the beast demon.

In the end,

Archshamaness Linglong used herself as a medium

to activate the legendary

Savage Flame Circle.

Why?

Just like that,

to save all living beings, the Archshamaness

Ling Long

used great power to imprison the demon

within an ancient cave in the deep mountains.

But she

ran out of energy

and turned into a statue,

forever suppressing evil.

Before her death, the Archshamaness

gave five artifacts to her five warriors

Great Shaman

and ordered

the beast demon shall never reappear

Xiaobai

as long as the five artifacts do not return to the cave.

What Ahetai used

is clearly the beast demon's Darkflame hexcraft.

I'm afraid...

I'm afraid...

Gui Li

All worldly things

are intertwined.

After a dead end, there may be a turnaround.

Millennia pass,

and I'm afraid

with them,

all truths and errors fade.

Three Eyed Spirit Monky

It should be the influence of the beast-repelling powder.

With its fume,

ordinary beasts will stay away.

I hope this journey is uneventful.

Qing Long

News came from Gui Li,

saying he's brought back a Grand Shaman who can heal Biyao.

Really?

Ghost King

Hmm.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Send my order.

Increase the escort.

Come with me to meet that Grand Shaman.

Biyao,

are you watching me?

Fa Xiang

According to the Jin Tribe,

when the two tribes clashed,

Junior Zhang only acted to protect the people

of the Jin Tribe.

That tragic scene

turned out to be such a big misunderstanding.

To save by killing,

I wonder how he navigates

his own path to redemption.

All acts

are beyond your intent.

But you only wish

to bear the distress alone.

You have never changed.

You are still the one you used to be.

Lu Xue Qi

You are finally willing to come out and see me.

Evil Shaman

Big brother.

Black Tiger

Won't you turn back?

I can't turn back anymore.

Big brother,

the Archshamaness was wrong back then.

I must finish the task

she left uncompleted for her.

You traitor!

Traitor!

Traitor!

Why did these beasts become like this?

Oh, no.

Grand Shaman!

No dharma is bound.

Light in ten directions.

The Grand Shaman is injured.

There must be no more slip-ups.

I must ensure his safety.

The beast demon is about to break free.

The evil energies are surging,

and the demons are rampant.

The living beings of Nanjiang are going to suffer.

No matter what,

I must safely bring the Grand Shaman to Mount Huqi.

Oh, no.

Sir.

Xiaobai.

Sir,

sorry for the offense.

Xiaobai,

make it quick.

Are you saying

all the ferocious demonic beasts

are transformed from ordinary beasts of the forest?

With such a mutation,

if all Hundred Thousand Mountains are affected,

I'm afraid...

Wars is breaking out throughout Nanjiang.

The Jin Tribe's Qili Village is protected by shamans.

You can settle there temporarily

and make other plans later.

I need to report this change to my sect.

If there's truly a change among the Hundred Thousand Mountains,

we can take precautions early.

In the primordial chaos, the sun and moon were still one.

In the vastness, a demon was subdued, and heavenly fire blazed.

With bones carved and the body remolded, draw wrath back into the vessel.

Resting here eternally, the spirit was forever sealed.

Heaven and earth were reversed, turning artifacts into the body.

Heaven and earth were interchanged, with dustless flesh and bones.

By gathering the power of five tribes and the energy of the ancestors,

forge the key of mystics, and open the gate of revival.

As all beasts bow their heads, we call you back.

As all spirits respond,

we call you back.

He...

He's actually collected all five artifacts.

The waning moon hangs in the long night, clouds veiling the stars

Empty mountains, withered grass all gone

The western wind brushes sorrow across a thousand miles

Bamboo shadows ripple on emerald peaks

Pour a drifting cup, asking heaven and earth

How can one escape fate?

Even with temples grayed by hardship, I never let go

Smoke rises from the hearth of the bamboo dwelling

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Where can I seek and find it?

Half a life adrift, always a traveler against the tide

All in vain

Love and hate, sorrow and joy—all are fated

Dreams return to the past

The scene remains, the people have changed—silent, I stroll the old woods

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I return home?

Though the tribulations have passed

The wound in the heart still will not heal

When will I

return home?