Eighteen years ago, he ruled the vast world, but after gaining and losing everything, he vanished into hiding.
Eighteen years later, he is an ordinary man in a glittering metropolis. When the king returns, who will rule the tides of fate?
If one must describe him using the words of a powerful foe who fell by his hand all those years ago:
“Every place he walks becomes hell!”
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west; the moon waxes and wanes.
The seasons turn, and all things in the world follow the cycle of reincarnation.
Only I, with my undying body, remain unhurt and indestructible.
There is no second part