The Ninth Dao Lord

Grandpa said I was born with a Yin constitution and a fate that defied destiny. Ever since I was little, he made me return to the countryside to see him every year during Ghost Festival. I remember that every year, on that night, violent winds would howl...

As I grew older, my Yin constitution and rebellious fate pulled me off the path my life was supposed to follow.

A string of eerie events dragged me into the conflict between the worlds of Yin and Yang, and the gates of the Taoist sect gradually opened before me:

A story from a thousand years ago? A calamity a thousand years from now? The Eight Venerables with the Taoist title “Clouds, Cranes, Nine Skies, Dragons Soaring Across the Four Seas”? A Ghost King or a ghost spirit?

Kid, you’ve got to fight your way down to the eighteenth level of the underworld!!