Netherworld Ghost Patterns: Defying Fate Through Reincarnation

On a stormy night, the entire Xiao family of Qingping Town was slaughtered. Only the young Xiao Chen survived, clutching the dark purple ghost sigil on his left hand.

For ten years, the sigil clung to him like a curse. Bone-deep chills and nightmares of his family's massacre gnawed at him day and night. The figure wreathed in lightning that had shattered the curtain of rain was a death warrant hanging over his head.

He eked out a living by the edge of the Sea of Bitterness, hunting low-tier sea demons with a broken sword. With a cultivation base at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he wasn't even qualified to seek revenge. Then a demonic flood dragon arrived on shore during the sea sacrifice, its monstrous aura surging skyward. At the brink of death, the Netherworld ghost sigil, dormant for ten years, suddenly came alive!

The dark purple markings writhed wildly, greedily sucking the blood essence of the Foundation Establishment great demon. Beneath the flood dragon's scales, they also revealed an eye-catching thunder rune, identical to the lightning from the night his family was massacred!

"The Department of Thunder..." Blood welled between his teeth, and a crack appeared in the fog that had shrouded him for ten years. In a crevice between the rocks, a broken sword engraved with half of the character "Xiao" suddenly began to hum. A hoarse whisper came from deep within his sea of consciousness: "Blood is the lure, the ghost sigil is the key..."

Was the ghost sigil a curse or a way out? Why had the Department of Thunder wiped out his family? What family secrets did the broken sword conceal? As the Netherworld ghost sigil climbed toward his heart, Xiao Chen knew that the wheels of reincarnation had begun to turn with a roar, amid the intertwining of blood and thunder. This time, he would pry open the lock of fate with his own hands, so the dead could open their eyes and see him return in defiance of destiny.