The Capital of the Dead

A few years ago, an immortal borrowed my body to cultivate. Not only did this gradually restore my memories of a past life, it also gave me extraordinary abilities.

But from then on, my eyes became a pair of ghost eyes.

Just as I was fretting over them, I happened to meet the one destined to “heal” me.

After one encounter after another, I fell in love with her without even realizing it.

But that also entangled the people around me in the book of fate that had governed their reincarnations over several lifetimes.

Old grudges and tangled affections, love and hate intertwined, set the stage for a grand adventure spanning past and present lives.

By a twist of fate, I reclaimed my true identity.

“Better to rule in hell than serve in heaven.” I once turned the “Netherworld” into “Hell” with my own hands. Now, where should I go from here...?