Yama Rising

Chapter 642: Yellow Springs Road Before the Palace of King Yanluo

Chapter 642: Yellow Springs Road Before the Palace of King Yanluo

“Don’t you find it strange?”

The old researcher looked up, and then furrowed his brows.

Qin Hui had come by before, which means that the three daolords must be connected to each other in some way or another. If one of them is in trouble, others would most certainly come to their aid. Even if they aren’t willing to send troops, they would at the very least be willing to stir up some trouble so as to draw Cathay’s attention right back to southwest Cathay. After all, we’re talking about a major transportation hub and a larger population in the provinces in that region.

The old researcher finally responded, “What do you mean?”

“And if that’s the case, chances are that this terrifying entity that she’s waiting for is likely to be arriving soon…”

An existence that causes even an incarnate revenant to feel fear?

The old researcher couldn’t think of any existence in the mortal realm that was worthy of such a reaction from an incarnate revenant. Not even the joint forces of the three strongest experts in Cathay would be able to draw such a reaction from the Daolord of the Hungry Ghost.

Master Chan Ming glanced back languidly. There were certain things that only he was privy to.

In his report, Zhou Xianlong had reported that Hell has finally emerged from reclusion, and is slowly but surely returning to its former glory. If they were sending a powerful Emissary of Hell in pursuit of the Daolord of the Hungry Ghost, then that would explain everything about the present reaction that they were seeing.

“Let’s watch and see.” With that, he shut his eyes once more and began to meditate.

Everyday, when the sun vanishes across the horizon, they could all hear wails and moans echoing throughout the abandoned regions in the south of Pearl River City. These were the mournful cries of all who had died in vain. These were the anguished whimpers of the prisoners forcibly taken by the Daolord of the Hungry Ghost. Every night, the lament of these aggrieved spirits would torment the living that were standing guard outside at the perimeter, tugging endlessly at their heartstrings and vexing them to no end.

It was quiet.

In fact, it had been like this since two days ago. If not for the netherflames that still came on and flickered eerily as soon as the sun went down, they might even have assumed that the evil ghosts had mysteriously vanished overnight.

Almost simultaneously, two scarlet netherflames appeared in the dense clouds of Yin energy over the southern part of the city. Like dazzling searchlights, the scarlet eyes immediately began to scan the national highway. Prefect-class Yin energy immediately rushed into the surroundings like the raging waters of the seas, buffeting against the plastic cordons and causing the talismans and chains to flutter and clang loudly.

However, the scarlet netherflames in the clouds above didn’t even care to look at the mortals below. Instead, it continued to scan the national highways. Furthermore, if one looked close enough, they would be able to tell that the netherflames were even flickering wildly, almost as though it were… trembling.

“What terrifying Yin energy…” Master Chan Ming took a deep breath as he slowly drifted into the air.

The wind was chilling and harsh, almost as though they had poured forth from the frigid abysses of Hell. Moments later, the street lights along the national highway slowly fizzled out one by one in an orderly fashion. Meanwhile, the otherworldly gale continued to pick up and toss their clothes around violently!

Clack, clack, clack!

It was a dull, soft sound, but it carried with it an unspeakable air of sobriety. Within moments, rows of vague silhouettes started to appear at the end of the national highway.

He could already smell the stench of iron and blood emanating from these soldiers.

And he wasn’t the only one. Everyone else, be it soldier or armed police, investigator or researcher, everyone watched the march of the Yin soldiers of Hell with bated breaths. The notion of a march of Yin soldiers surfaced in everyone’s mind, but nobody expressed their thoughts.

Just then, a flash of golden light cut through the somber darkness around them, followed closely by an identity token that whizzed through the air. It shot straight into the clouds of Yin energy in the sky. And as soon as it did, the two scarlet eyes in the sky trembled violently.

There was already a sea of evil ghosts gathered behind her. She appeared in her human form, donning the garments of a Shang Dynasty queen. 12 Infernal Judges of different shapes and sizes stood right behind her, each of whom wore the armor resembling Shang Dynasty generals. Beyond that, an endless sea of hungry ghosts stood behind them all.

Su Daji didn’t even glance back at her subjects. She hadn’t expected Hell to arrive so quickly - Why would a high-ranking Emissary of Hell arrive so quickly? It’s only been three days! And I could’ve sworn that I’d taken care to omit anything of disrespect in my letter to him!

This familiar pattern… and this familiar texture… Her heart wrenched with a chilling sensation, while electrifying sensations rushed straight from the base of her spine through to the top of her mind. As she loosened her grip around the identity token, the first thing she saw were the words “Prefect Qin” staring her right in the eye. At once, she tossed away the identity token with great revulsion and shrieked at the top of her voice.

BOOM!!! A terrifying shockwave of Yin energy swept out at once, knocking every Yin spirit behind her below the rank of Infernal Judge off their feet. Even then, she was completely oblivious to the chaos that she single handedly created. Instead, she simply hugged herself tightly and trembled in fear as she continued to stare transfixed at the identity token, “They’re here… they’re here! They’re coming to get me… they’re coming to get me!!”

It hadn’t done anything to dampen these fears at all.

“My Lady, why are you so terrified?” “That’s right, he’s just an Abyssal Prefect! You’re an Abyssal Prefect too! Besides, we’ve got hundreds of thousands of Yin spirits on our side. Why should we be afraid of him?” “Kill him! Let’s seize his soul and refine his body! Let Hell know never to set foot in our territory again!”

“You should be glad that you weren’t even born in the same era that I was… You don’t know what Hell means!”

“Open the gates… Open the gates right now!!”

Nobody outside the southern part of the city knew exactly what transpired within the dense clouds of Yin energy. However, as soon as the gates opened, they all saw a sight that shook them to the core!

Meanwhile, everyone else, be it cultivators, researchers, soldiers, armed policemen, or government officials, everyone stared at the sight with complete disbelief.

The barrels of the guns were still trained on the billowing clouds of Yin energy in the south. However, not a single person pulled the trigger.

Su Daji lay prostrate in the middle of the national highway, with her forehead resting on her folded hands in front of her. Countless candles as tall as a regular human being illuminated the vicinity with soft, flickering flames. Her 12 generals and countless Yin spirits under her command were all kneeling on the ground behind her with their heads bowed low!

Thud, thud, thud! She kowtowed three more times in a row. Meanwhile, the Yin soldiers of Hell finally crossed the line demarcating Hell and the mortal realm, and the cultivators finally realized what they were looking at.

Meanwhile, black and white coloured Yin soldiers dressed in high hats and toting spirit streamers and mourning staves were dancing wildly on both sides of the carriage. These Emissaries of Hell had their hands tucked into their sleeves. A soft nethergale swept by, causing their clothes to flutter wildly.

The procession wasn’t large, but it was sufficient to strike terror and fear into Su Daji’s heart. It wasn’t until the Yin soldiers of Hell arrived a hundred meters from Su Daji that they finally came to a halt. Then, as though they had practiced the motion countless times, the Yin soldiers slammed the base of their spears on the ground and bellowed at the top of their voices, “By Hell’s Dictum, all rabble shall disperse!!”

“I… I…” Su Daji felt her ears ringing and buzzing endlessly. She wanted to say something in return, but words eluded her mind.

“The virtuous would never shun us.”

“Daolord of the Hungry Ghost, Su Daji, do you know your crimes?”