On a cold night, the cry of a crow echoed as a young man set out on the path to immortality.

Han Yu curled up in the corner of a rundown courtyard, barely clinging to life—until a crow landed on his shoulder.

“Kid, hand over the treasure and this old Taoist will teach you some skills,” rasped the voice of an old man in black robes.

Han Yu handed over the heirloom that had been passed down through his family—his token for cultivating immortality—but quietly copied a second one in his palm.

From that moment on, his journey to immortality followed one unshakable rule:

If I’ve touched it, it’s mine!