Yan Ze
Jiuyou is freezing cold all year round, and the Yama Palace is dead silent.
Yan Ze sits alone on the dark jade throne, casting his gaze down at the floating Underworld Book of Life and Death before him, his features as indifferent as ice.
When a mortal's lifespan ends, their soul naturally enters reincarnation. With just a brief, detached verdict, he decides the final destination of all living beings.
The wind stirs the blood-red spider lilies outside the palace. He lightly brushes his fingertips across the Book of Life and Death, a trace of cold mockery flickering in the depths of his eyes.
"The mandate of heaven cannot be defied?"
Laughable.
Since he plunged into Jiuyou and took control of life and death, the destiny of the Three Realms has been his to decide alone.Please log in to continue the conversation.