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In the year 2024, the cosmic alignment of the Nine Stars breaks the natural order, triggering a resurgence of spiritual energy across Kuala Lumpur. Hidden beneath the serene facade of Kek Lok Si Temple lies an ancient underground chamber, brimming with forbidden knowledge. And at the center of it all stands a man who was never meant to be part of this grand scheme.
Lin Han, a bankrupt real estate agent, is on the run from debt collectors when he accidentally stumbles upon a sinister blood ritual. A mysterious robed figure stands at the heart of it, conducting a ceremony that will change Lin Han’s life forever.
Gifted with the ability to perceive karmic threads through his right eye—an unwanted legacy from a past encounter at Batu Caves—Lin Han begins to unravel truths that defy logic. Along his journey, he crosses paths with an unlikely group: a half-Malay policewoman, a Taoist temple keeper with an ancient chant, an aristocratic Indian dancer, and a rebellious rock singer with secrets of her own.
As the mystical scrolls of Kek Lok Si reveal their deadly secrets, Lin Han finds himself caught in a web of fate far beyond his understanding. Can he harness the combined wisdom of the region’s spiritual traditions—Chinese incense blessings, Malay shamanic rituals, and Indian divine dance—to alter his destiny? Or is he simply another pawn in a celestial game beyond his control?

Mystic Convergence

A dim glow seeped through the strange air, shimmering like fragments of time forgotten, drifting in the silent void. Lin Han opened his eyes, finding himself lying on an unfamiliar surface.

—Or rather, this could hardly be called "ground."

He slowly got up, feeling the texture beneath him—it was as hard as glass, yet possessed a strange elasticity. Each step he took sent ripples of light spreading beneath his feet, as if the entire world was nothing but a reflection, where reality and illusion intertwined, blurring the boundaries between them.

Lin Han called out, scanning his surroundings. His voice echoed in this eerie space, yet it felt as though an unseen force devoured the sound, preventing it from traveling far.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to recall what had happened. The last thing he remembered—A Rong had touched that shattered mirror, and the next moment, they had been pulled into an abyss of incomprehensible power.

Now, he was alone in this inexplicable realm.

Not far away, a thin crack appeared on the ground, like a ripple disturbing the surface of still water, slowly expanding outward.

It stood abruptly in the distance—a black doorframe, twisted and distorted as if on the verge of collapse. Strange, flickering shadows seeped through the narrow gap between its door panels, writhing under some unknown force.

Lin Han frowned and cautiously approached.

The door was engraved with ancient symbols, their forms shifting and wriggling as though alive, constantly rearranging themselves into different patterns. He narrowed his eyes, attempting to decipher them, but each time he tried to grasp a meaning, the symbols would twist into something entirely different.

"This... isn't any human language."

An unsettling feeling crept into his heart.

But before he could react further, a whisper slithered through the door's cracks—

The voice didn't belong to anyone he knew—it didn't even sound human. It was deep and resonant, layered with a thousand echoes, carrying an inexplicable allure.

He instinctively took a step back. But in that instant, a powerful force erupted from within the door—

Lin Han's body was yanked forward with terrifying speed, dragged helplessly into the abyssal darkness beyond the door!

His consciousness spiraled through the void, while a multitude of overlapping murmurs filled the space around him, like echoes left behind from different timelines.

"The gears of fate have begun to turn..."

Suddenly, the world around him twisted violently, and he was flung onto an icy stone floor with a heavy impact.

Lin Han gasped for breath, forcing himself to adjust to the sudden shift in surroundings.

He now found himself inside an ancient stone hall, its towering walls engraved with the same shifting symbols that had covered the door earlier—symbols that still slithered and moved, as if they were the living flesh of some unknown entity.

And in the center of the hall stood a stone altar.

Atop the altar, a mirror lay in eerie stillness.

Unlike the shattered mirror from before, this one was whole, glowing with an unsettling blue radiance. Its surface rippled like flowing water, exuding an ominous energy.

Lin Han's gaze locked onto the mirror.

What he saw was not his own reflection, but a stranger's face.

A face that was identical to his own.

The reflection smirked slightly, its expression unnervingly unnatural.

—The eerie whisper echoed through the silent chamber, marking the beginning of an encounter he never could have foreseen…

Chapter 67: Fractured Time Realm