More important than the immortal was the canon! When canon collapsed, it was like the mountain 山 component of immortal 仙 crumbling, and leaving behind... nothing but the person 人.1

Up in the dome of heaven, the ancient immortal staggered backward. He looked at his hand, which was crumbling away, and he realized that all of his karma and dao lineaments had turned into the rays of a setting sun that flowed across his broken skin. Within that light were an infinitude of glowing butterflies, all of which were manifestations of his past karma and fate. And now... as they flew, they struggled, their essence draining away as they themselves faded.4

The ancient immortal saw all of that and smiled bitterly. He seemed to have completely deflated, and his body was once again withering. The wrinkles on his face once again split open, and the karma he had exchanged erupted again, causing his hair to again writhe and fall out! The magnificent immortal statute behind him started shaking.0

The momentum he had built up in that peak moment of canon now collapsed like a dam bursting. Out of his mouth erupted mouthfuls of dao blood, full of immortal essence. Even as that blood sprayed through the air, it emitted a noxious fragrance....0