Transported to the great Han Dynasty, Zhao Fusheng awakened in a mourning hall, reborn only to find herself haunted by a vengeful spirit, her life hanging by a thread. Faced with certain death from the very start, she clawed her way out of desperation, daring to restart the fabled Register of the Gods. She would elevate the vengeful spirit to divinity and rebuild the Netherworld from its ashes.
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Chapter One
Wanan County, Han Dynasty.
It was the dead of night, when the wind howled and lightning crashed.
Boom!
A thunderclap erupted, shaking the earth with a resonant hum.
Lightning tore open the darkness, illuminating Wanan County as if it were broad daylight.
At this hour, in the very center of the county, facing south, a mansion displayed white lanterns at its gate. The lanterns bore the bold character for "memorial," making it clear to all that this household was in mourning.
Whooooo—
The gale battered the lanterns, swinging them violently and causing them to clang against each other.
From a distance, one could see two tiny flames flickering within the lanterns, their eerie glow dancing in the darkness.
Under the pale light, the mansion appeared long-neglected and dilapidated, yet the lanterns were fresh and new, contrasting sharply with the decaying gloom of their surroundings.
The lanterns’ paper was pale pink, and under the light, it shone with a delicate luster, smooth and refined like a young maiden’s skin.
On such a stormy night, the lanterns’ paper should have been torn to shreds, and the flames extinguished—but for reasons unknown, no matter how the wind battered them, the flames merely flickered but never died, and the lanterns remained miraculously intact, even as their bamboo frames rattled incessantly.
In the blackness, the lanterns provided the mansion’s only source of light. Their glow illuminated the veranda, where a battered signboard hung, s