She has died many times.
At three, she was pushed into a raging river as a sacrifice to the river god.
At eight, she survived among a pack of wolves, only to die of a raging fever.
At twenty-one, she fell in a dark alley before dawn, working as a spy.
At fifty-one, she closed her eyes amid illness and injury, having become a great general.
She thought death was the end, but discovered it was the beginning of a curse.
Again and again, she was reborn with all her memories intact.
In the mountains, she learned to live alongside wolves. In times of chaos, she learned to move with caution. On the battlefield, she learned to command armies as a woman... Through countless ages, she lived under innumerable identities and witnessed the rise and fall of the mortal world, while each parting turned her heart more cold and unyielding.
Until
Her soul awoke in the depths of the netherworld, where she discovered that she had become its ruler, commanding reincarnation and striking fear into countless ghosts.
Though she held boundless power, all she felt was eternal weariness.
Then came the cataclysm that would destroy the Three Realms.
The heavens wept blood, all living things cried out in grief, and the wheel of reincarnation was on the verge of shattering forever.
This time, she stood at the final crossroads of fate:
Would she continue this endless existence, coldly watching the world perish?
Or would she burn away the divine soul she had forged over countless lifetimes to give all living beings a chance to begin again?
“I was a sacrifice, a beast, a pawn, a general... the King of the Netherworld.”
“And this time, I choose to become
the altar itself.”
