The Last Ritual of the Welcoming Immortals

In the heart of an ancient city shrouded in mist and mystery, there stood a bridge known as the Welcome Immortals Bridge. Whispers of its legend had been passed down through generations, a tale of souls crossing over to eternal life, guided by the Immortals themselves. Few dared to speak of the bridge, for it was said that those who did would find themselves ensnared by its secrets.

In a humble village not far from the bridge lived a young woman named Lian. She was an ordinary girl, with a heart full of dreams and a mind full of questions. Her grandmother, an old woman with eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe, had often told her stories of the bridge and the Immortals. Lian had always dismissed these tales as mere folklore, but as she grew older, something inside her yearned to uncover the truth.

One stormy night, as the rain lashed against the windows, Lian's grandmother passed away. Her last words were cryptic: "The ritual must be performed. Do not let the bridge's curse claim another soul." Lian's heart raced with fear and curiosity. The ritual? What ritual?

Days turned into weeks, and Lian's search for answers led her to the old, forgotten library in the city. There, among the dusty tomes, she stumbled upon a scroll that detailed the ritual of the Welcome Immortals. It spoke of a young woman, chosen by fate to perform a sacred rite, one that would ensure the bridge's passage was open to the worthy.

As she read the scroll, she felt a strange connection to the words. It was as if the scroll was speaking directly to her, calling her to action. Lian knew she had to find the bridge and complete the ritual. But why had her grandmother chosen her? And what was the curse she spoke of?

With determination in her heart, Lian set out for the bridge. The journey was treacherous, with dark paths and treacherous rivers to cross. She encountered strange creatures and spoke with mysterious guides who hinted at the bridge's true nature.

When she finally reached the bridge, she was greeted by an ancient Immortal, a figure of light and wisdom. "You have come at a time of great need," the Immortal said. "The balance of the Immortals is in peril, and only your blood can restore it."

Lian's heart pounded with fear. She had no desire to become an immortal, but she knew she had to do whatever was necessary to honor her grandmother's memory. The Immortal instructed her to gather the blood of a pure soul, one who had never spoken a lie or a deceit.

As she ventured into the city, Lian encountered a young man named Ming, who was being pursued by the corrupt. Ming had never told a lie, and he became her unlikely ally. Together, they faced danger and betrayal, all while trying to stay true to their hearts.

On the eve of the ritual, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lian and Ming stood at the bridge's edge. The Immortal appeared once more, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hope. "The blood of the pure will restore balance, but it will also seal your fate. Are you ready?"

Lian took a deep breath and nodded. Ming stepped forward, offering his hand to Lian. As they stood together, the Immortal placed a hand on their foreheads, and the bridge shimmered with an ethereal light.

In a moment of pure clarity, Lian understood the true nature of the ritual. It was not about becoming an immortal, but about becoming a beacon of truth and light in a world shrouded in darkness. The Immortal's curse was not a threat, but a promise of protection.

With a heart full of courage and a newfound sense of purpose, Lian and Ming stepped onto the bridge. As they crossed, the world around them transformed, becoming a place of endless possibilities. The bridge had become a symbol of hope, a place where the worthy could find peace and the pure could be guided to their eternal resting place.

Lian looked back at the city she had left behind, knowing that her grandmother's legacy lived on. She had uncovered the truth, and in doing so, she had become a part of the Immortals' legacy. The bridge was no longer a mystery, but a beacon of light, guiding the worthy to their true home.

And so, the legend of the Welcome Immortals Bridge continued, a tale of sacrifice, truth, and the eternal quest for balance.