Memoirs of Hell

With the ambition to ascend to the heavenly realm, I entered the Shura Field in Spring, but I was classified into the "Heavenly Level Middle Group". Under the smiles of my classmates here are the fangs of hungry ghosts, When the magic I am proud of becomes a laughing stock, The sudden severe pain in his right eye tore apart the world's disguise—— The lights in the classroom are karmic fire, the certificates given to top students are soul-binding talismans, and the so-called "heaven" is just a lie from another level of purgatory. Is it the immortal I want to cultivate, or the ghost they want? If the light is a scam, I would like to be the light eater who tears open the cracks!