What kind of place is this? Why is there no color at all? What color is the blood on the ground? The Land of Death, the realm of the dead. Why have I appeared here? What can I call my own? The most noble Xu Clan, the most ordinary You Clan, the most lowly Pi Clan. Countless races in the Land of Death fight to survive.
But why don't I belong to any of these races? Who am I? Why? They can't withstand my power. Just a slight touch, and the life has vanished from before my eyes. Is there anyone... who can answer my questions? If no one can, then... you have no right to live in this... this realm. From now on, I am in charge.
The taste of controlling life and death gives me a fleeting joy. This black-and-white world... has grown tiresome. Are the other realms the same?
Since ancient times, no one has been able to open the gates of the Land of Death. Is there something I long for on the other side of the gate...? Only by opening it can I find the answer. Edit…
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