The Ruins of Xiang

Feng shui and physiognomy master + horror + female lead + cultivation Do you believe it? “Your fate is yours to shape, not Heaven's?” No. You might not even know who “you” are. Ordinary people know only that feng shui can change one's fortune and physiognomy can tell good from bad. But they do not know that without sufficient cultivation, the “good fortune” you force into being is merely a cruel joke fate plays on you! Ruins exist in this world, and they are more than broken walls and rubble. Dark hearts and declining fortunes can also become realms of ruin. We diviners walk the boundary between yin and yang. What we behold is inhuman; all we see are realms of ruin. His name is Wang Teng. With a glance, he can tell whether you will live or die; with a word, he can determine your rise or fall. But no one knows that every time he reveals a client's destiny, he must endure a measure of karmic backlash, as he watches the “karmic sins” wrapped around all living beings spread toward him. Until one day, a tycoon begged him to break the deadly curse hanging over his family. Ling Hao agreed to help, but the tycoon's family was destroyed. Everyone called him a fraud who deceived the world for fame. Then the police excavated the tycoon's ancestral grave and discovered, beneath a newly erected gravestone, the unfamiliar corpse of someone dressed in an official uniform from a former dynasty, still uncorrupted after a hundred years. Looking at the compass needle spinning wildly and the newly appeared corpse-like blotches on the tycoon's descendants, Wang Teng understood everything. He had not revealed Heaven's secrets. He had uncovered a realm of ruin in physiognomy, laid in wait for a hundred years, destined to devour him and the world alike... Those who understand fate do not blame Heaven; those who understand themselves do not blame others. But what if Heaven, Earth, and humanity are all part of a deception?