In my next life, I’d be the thorn in your flesh, bringing you pain that cuts to the heart, never leaving your side.
A fool has a fool’s way. I’ll rely not on gods or Buddhas, but on the underworld’s dark powers.
Lin Jin carries a copper coffin on his back and wields Fenji.
He kills men, subdues demons, suppresses fiends, slays immortals, and murders gods.
He makes enemies of Heaven, Earth, and all living beings.
All so his beloved can be reborn, even if there’s only the faintest glimmer of hope.
Tens of thousands of years later, before the towering hall, a young man stands with sword in hand, facing the moon. Corpses carpet the ground behind him, and rivers of blood turn the place into a hell of slaughter.
“My name is Lin Jin. I draw my sword this time only to bring my beloved back to life.
Those who stand in my way… please, step forward to your deaths!”
