I have a clan in the ancient times, the Xishan Snake Clan, and I have led them through eternity.

I planted a tree in the ancient times. It grew three feet and three inches a day until the end of time.

I planted red flowers in the wilderness, which bloomed like blood and marked the other side.

Ten thousand snakes call me "the ancestor" and the world respects me as "the Taoist Master Qingxuan".

In the prehistoric world, there are trees and flowers, sunrises and sunsets, wind and rain. Although it's difficult, survival is possible. This is the story of a snake cultivating immortality in the prehistoric world, planting trees, flowers, and farming.

The Green Snake is the primal ancestor; the White Snake, an immortal among mortals.

This is the story of a White Snake.

“To hear the Dao in the morning, and die by evening—so be it.”

For ten years, he lived as a serpent, roaming through mountain forests and wildlands. As his lifespan neared its end, he stood at the gates of death—only to awaken as a yao. From that moment on, the world had one more White Snake Immortal.

In Snake King Valley, hidden deep in ancient woods: a willow spirit reborn after death, a fox who wears human skin, a rat that swallows the sun, a court musician from a secluded palace, a delicate young page… In this world, every encounter is shaped by fate.