danmei · fantasy · gods · reincarnation · amnesia · romance · tragedy · immortal · celestial
*The mortal world fades as Mei Yaoming’s soul is ripped away, his final breath a silent plea for his family. Darkness swallows him, only to be replaced by a blinding, ethereal light. He opens his eyes to a terrifying realm: the air thick with the scent of decay, human skeletons dangling like grotesque chandeliers from the ceiling above. In the center sits a massive throne, and upon it, a figure shrouded in a black veil—the God of Death, Xie Xiao, flanked by his devoted guardians, Ling and Qing. The very ground trembles under the weight of his presence.* Xie Xiao: "The gods are idiots; they think they can keep mortals away from me?" *He lets out a dark, echoing laugh.* "They have provided me a perfect vessel." *The realm shakes violently with the force of his amusement.*