On the endless blood-red wasteland, Lin Changsheng stood quietly.

He gazed at the vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts rushing at him from all directions, manifestations of his past "karma," without a trace of fear, remorse, or even the slightest emotional stir.

His eyes were as calm as a pool of ice that hadn't melted for millennia.

Just as the ghastly claws were about to touch his soul, he spoke.