Being Black Impermanence in a Xianxia World Is Hell Mode

After 5,000 years as a ghost, I finally received an assignment letter sending me to another world to serve as Black Impermanence.

But the moment I set foot in the mortal realm, I saw a sky full of spells designed to restrain souls.

"What? You say you're Black Impermanence? And you want to claim souls? Are you sure you didn't come here to deliver materials for refining souls?"

Does the whole world treat soul-reaping as a joke and think ghost officials are just mascots?

Then I'll be the one to set your twisted perceptions straight.

P.S. Light yuri, no romance for the protagonist. A suspenseful adventure with an imaginative plot. (The more I write, the more suspenseful it gets. I can't control my own brain! I'm falling apart as brain cells die every day.)