The Underworld: The King Holds Me in the Palm of His Hand

In the mortal world, he was the emperor’s younger brother, the most revered prince in the capital. An offhand compliment from him caught the attention of the ministers below.

He was dazzled by her beauty, moved by her indifference, and loved her to the point of obsession. When she perished, he refused to go on living!

In the underworld, he held the Great Yu Chaos Mirror in his hands. Even Black and White Impermanence dared not come near to seize his soul. By day, the mirror refined sunlight; by night, it gathered moonlight and starlight. In the end, it forged him a deathless body that was neither human nor ghost.

The sun shone forever in his left palm, while the moon and stars blazed in his right! He carved a Netherworld into existence, adding it to the three realms that had always existed: the immortal, human, and ghost realms!

He was the supreme emperor of the Netherworld!

The woman who had been etched into his heart was his again. He cherished her so dearly that he feared she might melt in his mouth or break in his hands~