My grandpa had two blades: one called Mountain-Coiling Dragon, the other Earth-Squatting Tiger. He was so proud of them.
But he never let me see them. Curiosity got the better of me, and, tempted by a voice in my heart, I secretly took one. I never expected evil spirits to latch onto me.
A hundred ghosts roaming at night, an inn between yin and yang, a heavenly palace beneath the dome…
I plunged headfirst into this deadly trap, wielding both blades as I made my way forward with a coffin on my back. The road ahead is shrouded in darkness. Will I break free of the shackles of fate and uncover the secret orders of the Underworld, or will I be trapped within, condemned to die a thousand deaths without ever reaching salvation? I have no way of knowing.
