The Dao Descends

At the end of a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation lies a cold wooden box.

Reborn, he returns to find a broken mask, a cold imperial token, a ledger, and a silk scarf. Who left them behind?

He thought he was simply starting an ordinary life over, but was forced into a thousand-year-old domain.

“Mortal, stop, or be reduced to nothing!”

Zhang Congfeng runs a hand over the jade-colored mask on his face, his gaze piercing through illusion:

[So what if I’m reduced to dust and bones?]