"I forgot everything, including my name. She told me this was the price of enduring through the ages. Only some of those who once stood at the very pinnacle of the cultivation world needed to lose themselves in exchange for surviving the long years."
"She said I must once have been someone extraordinarily dazzling, but none of that mattered anymore. From that day on, my name would be Reincarnation."
"We left the Grave Region and went somewhere inhabited. Only much later did I learn that the place I had emerged from was considered one of the most terrifying burial grounds of that era."
"Back then, the flourishing of the Dao had just ended, and the Dao was declining throughout the world. Yet the cultivation world could still be called prosperous. Powerhouses emerged one after another, and prodigies were everywhere. Behind the scenes, unknown to ordinary people, lay a dangerous and spectacular world."
"The little girl told me that the previous era had paid the price of its complete end to reinforce the Restricted Zone seals for three thousand years. The prosperity now was all an illusion. She had already foreseen the great calamity that would follow the arrival of the Dharma-ending Age. When that time came, all beneath heaven would mourn, the whole world would suffer, and no one would be able to stand up against the uncanny."
"So she wanted to plant a seed, to secure one last shred of hope for the Nine Provinces of the future."
"And so, the Netherworld was born."
"Heh, perhaps you're wondering whether the Netherworld wasn't founded just over three hundred years ago?"
"That was because, over those long years, we appeared under different names: the Imperial Guards, the Demon-Suppressing Bureau, the Spirit-Eradicating Army... We even disbanded several times along the way, until