[A self-serving immortal who does whatever she wants × a nether lord devoted to all under heaven]
When I was little, whenever I went outside, I could hear people secretly cursing me behind my back. They called me crazy.
What a joke! I’m the Nether Lord of the Ghost Realm, and they call me a god? Damn it, who are they insulting?!
Unfortunately, even a mighty dragon can’t overpower a local snake, so I was still sent to that disgusting place.
But I’m no god. How could I possibly live there?
I was born human as an evil ghost for the sake of a greater plan, for both gods and ghosts, and for the kindest immortal in all of heaven and earth.
But I never expected that, once I was human, they would want me dead, and want that immortal dead too, whether in Heaven or the Netherworld.
War? A reshuffling of power? As if they were worthy.
“They have no cards,” an immortal named Qing Chen replied.
But why did he dare say something so brazen, then fill his mouth with talk of benevolence and righteousness, urging me to let it go?
I’m a ghost, a wandering spirit with no home. Does he know how I rose to my current position? Benevolence and righteousness? Hah.
If I were like that, my bones would have been scattered long ago.
Ten thousand ghosts bow before me, but... he’s an immortal. Why is he bowing to me too?
He says his name on earth is Shen Qingchen, and that he isn’t an immortal. I say my mortal name is Lin Xi, and Lin Xi is all I’m called.
But the ghosts below call me Lord of the Underworld. The ghosts who know me well call me Bichuan. Those below who know my true identity revere me as the Nether Lord.
Nether Lord Bichuan: the other shore, the River of Forgetfulness.
When ghosts roam by night, all obey my will and heed my command.
