The Underworld's Book of Fate: A Twenty-Seven-Day Game of Life and Death

Ji Changqing pulled a master-devouring bronze ring from an ancient tomb, and his right hand became a weapon capable of swallowing countless ghosts. When he discovered his name carved into the underworld register, the twenty-seven-day countdown had already begun. Deals at the Nine Nether Pawnshop, human-skin lanterns at the Living Corpse Inn, bronze carriages carrying headless ghost soldiers... Everyone caught up in the ring’s karma would see blue flames rise in the Hall of Fate Lamps.

This was a way to survive paved with the remaining lifespans of others. When Ji Changqing tore away the cultivation world’s last shred of decency, the sound of chains snapping came from deep within the bronze ring. The monster that devoured its fellow disciples on a rainy night three hundred years ago was waking in his very bones.