Two Fates Entwined

Dense and vast, like the parade of a dying person's life before their eyes—one glance revealed a century of existence.

The moment Hu Ma reached for the Book of Life and Death, he had already braced himself. But when that surging torrent of information forced its way into his mind, he still felt as though his soul were being torn apart.

Countless mysterious, intricate scenes unfolded before his eyes, as if his life up to that point had been stretched into a long scroll.

He saw the moment when the National Teacher and the Hu family's forefathers knelt before the Twelve Ghost Altars. The National Teacher's gaze was deep and solemn as he turned and shouted, "You will bear this Immortal Order with the blood of the Hu family and take on the duty of sacrificing to Heaven. Are you willing?"

"Since we have accepted this fate, there is no other way. We are willing!"

He had clearly never seen his birth father alive, much less that grandfather of his. Yet the moment he grasped this ancient ledger, he knew their identities and saw their faces with perfect clarity.

It was as if everyone and everything connected to him had appeared with perfect clarity within this torrent of information. Their lives before and after death, their karma and debts, their blood ties and feuds—all were laid bare.

He saw countless shadows entangled before his birth.

They were the Reincarnators and the earlier ghost-walkers who had crossed the bridge, all those who had tried to stop the Immortal Order of Old Lord's Eyebrow from being seized by the Hu family. He saw them raging, "Born into a world in chaos, there ought to be someone willing to shoulder the burden. You are so short-sighted that you need us to find a