The Growth Record of a Yin-Yang Judge

Lin Jiuxiao, a deliveryman, can always see black miasma hanging over people. Then, at an old courier station, he received half of a bronze compass, and his life changed completely. A shattered Yin-Yang Courier Station, a century-old ghost on the prowl, a demon market hidden in the modern city... As seventy-two Yin-Yang Courier Stations light up one after another, a blood-red eye opens in the heavens.

So the so-called Judge's legacy means I have to sever this rotten Heavenly Dao with my own hands. Lin Jiuxiao grips the compass, now evolved into the Chaos Bell, and gazes at the faintly visible thirty-three heavens in the clouds. Behind him, a million Yin soldiers stand in formation. He points his Judge's Brush toward the highest heavens: The score from five hundred years ago is finally coming due.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.