Yama Rising

Chapter 715: Closure of an Era

Chapter 715: Closure of an Era

Whether centaur or Yuan Emperor or Imperial Preceptor, everyone felt the Yin energy in their bodies completely seize up, almost as though they had been completely locked up by an external force. And then, the surrounding Yin energy slowly began to recede.

And all of their weapons were aimed directly at horse’s head peak. Zhao Yun turned to Qin Ye, “Do you want me to clear the zone?”

There was no need.

Qin Ye didn’t hide his form from the mortals at all. After all, now that he had already resolved to enter into negotiations with the mortal realm, it was better to allow the mortal realm a better understanding of how the netherworld functioned.

Zhao Yun nodded. At once, he turned back to the Mongol Yin spirits that were still standing around. A split second later, the entire skies darkened.

Qin Ye and the Harken glanced over. A split second later, the Harken exclaimed, “Spatial transformation… To think that I didn’t sense the slightest bit of its activation at all!”

“Sir?” The attendant beside him reacted instinctively. But before he could say anything further, Lei Jun waved his hands dismissively at him. And all this while, Lei Jun continued to stare intently at the three Emissaries of Hell.

And with such ease? It’s… it’s almost as though he’s ignoring the Heavenly Dao! No… perhaps it might be more accurate to say that the Heavenly Dao has simply given its nod of approval!

But he wasn’t given the time and space to marvel at the sight, because what soon followed was the emergence of a colossal hand formed from netherflames from the darkness around!

Phagpa finally managed to bring his palms together once more, and he, too, shut his eyes in submission. Not a single other person in the entire army said a single word.

They were now resigned to fate.

Rumble… The colossal hand rose slowly from the darkness. Meanwhile, Director Lei rested his head on his interlocking fingers, staring intently at the grand spectacle without even batting an eyelid. This was the realm of the dead, and the truth of the afterlife. Naturally, nobody noticed that the hero of the mortal realm was actually shivering at his calves.

“How frightening… How absolutely terrifying… Is this the true strength of Hell? Have they finally begun to recover the mortal realm proper? This is a good thing… but…” Director Lei gnashed his teeth as he jolted right back to his senses, “This power is well beyond the means of our government…”

Director Lei wiped off the cold sweat on his palms, drew a deep breath, and then turned to his assistant, “Have you taken photographs of this?”

Director Lei’s eyes gleamed brightly, “Don’t miss a single detail!”

Their exchange was naturally not known to Zhao Yun, Qin Ye and the Harken down below. Zhao Yun was as calm as ever. Everything he was doing looked completely natural to him right now. Just then, the five fingers that had emerged from the ground like five towering mountains finally came together, clamping down hard on the Mongol forces around. Zhao Yun sighed softly, “Vanish…”

An earth-shattering sound erupted from the horse’s head peak. At once, a second sun seemed to appear atop the mountaintop, blazing with intense radiance, bringing with it the power to destroy both the heavens and the earth. Then, a split second later, the sun exploded abruptly, sending shockwaves of interweaving light and shadow rippling out into the surroundings. It was almost as though the void in the sky was the surface of a tranquil lake, and the sun had crashed violently onto its surface, sending terrifying waves rippling out into the distance. The darkness of the night faded away, replaced instead by an ocean of light, just like the descent of a divine kingdom of light.

When the dust finally settled after an inordinate amount of time, Lei Jun finally opened his eyes, only to be greeted by an astounding sight.

No… To be more precise, a substantial part of the Yin Mountains had vanished completely. Furthermore, what remained of it wasn’t filled with crumbling rocks of the mountains or shattered splinters of trees, but everything had instead transformed into a desert that spanned tens of thousands of meters from end to end. And what lay right in the heart of this desert were traces of burial ground of the Yuan Dynasty of the past.

Apart from the Yin spirit dressed in dazzling white armor, Instructor Qin, as well as the dog in his hand, the surroundings had been completely washed clean of all traces of the Mongols.

“Sir…” The assistant responded in a daze, and he stared aghast at the newly-formed desert in front of him as he continued, “That… doesn’t seem too appropriate…”

Such unrestrained might is dangerous! I need to understand their interests right now! Although the Sword Master and Master Chan Ming had both inquired about this before, he hadn’t!

Meanwhile, Qin Ye held the Harken and stroked its fur as he watched the helicopter land some distance away from where they were. Then, Director Lei marched over with a grave expression on his face and extended his hand, “Director of the Special Investigations Department, and Contemporary Chief of the Divine Protectors, Lei Jun.”

The corners of Lei Jun’s eyes twitched.

Did he regret it?

But if he were given a chance at a do-over, he would still have chosen to do the same.

Thus, there was nothing wrong with what he did from the perspective of the mortal realm. If anything, it would be the Emissaries of Hell who were at fault.

Lei Jun drew a deep breath, and then bowed respectfully. These were mythical existences that were well beyond him. He didn’t even bother to introduce himself to the Harken.

Then, he turned his gaze to the last Yin spirit before him. Although he didn’t understand the difference between a Yama-King and one who was beyond that, he could sense that this Emissary of Hell… carried an aura that was similar to that of a god! He was clearly the most terrifying existence of the trio!

The previous generations of Divine Protectors have never recorded an existence of such strength!

Lei Jun bowed deeply - Ah, so it’s Zhao--... Hang on a minute?!?!

“If you’re thinking of the hero of the Battle of Changban, Zhao Zilong, then you’re probably talking about the same person.” Qin Ye smiled.

Is this the true strength of Hell?

If Zhao Yun is here, who else are we going to see next? Liu Bei? Cao Cao? Or perhaps even the emperors of the great dynasties of the past? No…

Qin Ye nodded slightly, glancing back at the burial grounds of the Yuan Emperors that had finally emerged after hundreds of years, “The 16 Yuan Emperors, including Temujin himself, are all buried here. Their souls had been trapped here all this while, and they had transformed into terrifying Yin spirits. But… everything is over now.”

He might not be an Emissary of Hell, but even he was keenly aware that the higher one’s status in life, the stronger one would tend to be in death. Earlier, given Zhao Yun’s display of terrifying might, he’d overlooked the existence of the other Yin spirits around. But come to think of it…

And every single one of them perished under a single palm strike!

No… I’ve got to expedite the negotiations between Hell and the mortal realm as quickly as I can! It’s only at these high-level negotiations that I can suss out Hell’s true interests. Otherwise, I can’t even begin to consider what might happen if Hell decides to turn on us. This is a power that the government would never be able to keep under reins. If anything happens, nothing in this nation will be able to stop Hell’s forces!