The Netherworld Lord, ruler of the Netherworld.
He rose from humble beginnings, enduring countless tribulations.
He became the strongest being in the Three Realms.
Yet there was something no one knew.
The Netherworld Lord had always been devoted to one thing.
That was going home.
The Netherworld Lord was not originally from this world. By a stroke of accident, he had transmigrated here.
After surviving countless trials and tribulations and becoming the strongest being,
he finally gained the power to shatter the void barrier and set out on his journey home.
But fate had other plans. The barriers between worlds were terrifyingly powerful.
After resisting them for a thousand years, just as he was about to reach his destination,
a spatial rift appeared.
The Netherworld Lord's body, powerful enough to shake heaven and earth, was shattered to pieces.
His divine soul was sucked into the nearest small world.
Before the Netherworld Lord had even awakened, in that hazy moment, he heard words that would shock him for millions of years.
“Lingyu, you can't get away. Big Sister will take responsibility for you.”
A fragrant breeze carrying a faint trace of alcohol wafted over him.
Everything happened as naturally as could be.
And in his heart, the Netherworld Lord exclaimed in shock:
“I, the mighty Netherworld Lord, have been taken from behind!”
