"Traitorous rebels, today you shall die!"

The voice roared, rolling like thunder.

Chen Yi calmly gazed at the dense chains of human bones and suddenly asked,

"Do you believe in the Ming'an Divine Sect?"

His voice was neither loud nor soft, carried by the wind, landing precisely beside the ear of the former emperor.

With cold eyes, full of disdain, the former emperor responded,

"As long as it serves me, why wouldn't I believe?"

Chen Yi smiled,

"Very well, I am the Bright Venerable."

The former emperor's expression twisted into puzzlement, but then a sheet of golden paper rose into the air. Chen Yi pinched it with his fingers, and the golden celestial dragon bound by the chains of human bones let out a mournful wail, as though crying, as if shedding tears. Its proud head slowly lowered.

This was the golden paper inheritance of the Ming'an Divine Sect.

The supreme ruler's face froze rigidly.

By the ear came a mocking voice:

"Still not kneeling?"

Chen Yi, holding the golden paper, surged through the void. The golden celestial dragon, long ruled by the former emperor and chained, ceased to obey his command. It raged violently, and even though the former emperor tried everything to have it devour Chen Yi, its head desperately lowered further and further.

A brilliant golden light flashed and penetrated the former emperor's chest in an instant.

His pupils opened wide, his body rapidly shriveling, and fragments of paper burst apart, dancing in the wind. The chains of human bones slipped from his hands.

The former emperor's eyes fixed on the eternal path to longevity, reaching out even as it shattered before him.

Crash!

One sword swung down.

Even the hand formed from mere shards of paper crumbled instantly.

Another sword followed, obliterating the soul struggling to flee from its paper doll shell.

The Three Souls and Seven Spirits twisted in terror, their grotesque, screaming faces resembled the wails of tormenting spirits in hell. Centuries of scheming—all for naught, undone in a single moment.

Without its master, the golden celestial dragon lost its might and lowered its head,

as though bowing in submission.

The colossal golden dragon crashed to earth, and the Yingdu Ghost City—already in ruins—sank further under its weight.

When the smoke and dust settled,

Yin Weiyin saw a lone figure standing atop the dragon's head.

The sword's blade slowly slid back into its sheath from above, its grating sound echoing through the deathly still ghost city. The figure did not turn, but stood facing south, gazing down at the Yingdu Ghost City and this Netherworld.

She was his ignorance.

She was his wife…

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Within the ghost city of Yingdu, all had come to an end.

Chen Yi stood before the hall, lifting his head and gazing within. Inside the ruins of Yama Hall, the bloated, corpulent King Chujiang slouched over the desk, surveying the recent records with a head full of wrinkles.

He wore a blue square-topped hat and sported drooping mustache tips, frowning with glaring eyes. The Yama robes hung on his body, and he appeared identical to the King Chujiang from Chen Yi's memories of his past life—a time when he and his comrades had teamed up against a boss.

But this time was different, grander. Nearly half of Yingdu Ghost City had been reduced to rubble, and the King of Hell before him now fretted over repair matters.

The finances of Yama Hall had likely dwindled to nothing this time.

Thankfully, it was only the finances that had suffered.

The former emperor had intended to lead tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and generals back to the mortal realm, erecting countless Soul Summoning Banners upon the sacrificial altar of heaven and earth. The souls across the ghost city had been absorbed into them, and thanks to this, the casualties were few.

Before his desk, King Chujiang was troubled. At this moment, Chen Yi coughed twice, prompting him to finally raise his head and look at Chen Yi. He sighed and said,

"Your matter will be handled by me, rest assured. With such grand merits, altering the Book of Life and Death to sever your ties to the Spring and Autumn Records is hardly difficult."

The request Chen Yi made was not excessive, as he wasn't asking to erase his name from the Book of Life and Death like the Great Sage Equalling Heaven. He merely wanted minor modifications.

"Then what has the King of Hell so troubled?" Chen Yi couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not worried about your affairs; I'm thinking about how to report this to the Lord of Mount Tai."

King Chujiang inhaled deeply and then exhaled heavily. As he lifted his gaze, he saw the ghost city of Yingdu reduced to ruins, sighing,

"Suffering indeed, suffering indeed."

The Underworld may have had ten halls of Yama Kings, and ordinary folk believed that these ten kings were the Lords of the Netherworld. But in truth, this was untrue. Above the Yama Kings stood the Lord of Mount Tai and Emperor Fengdu—two great deities reigning side by side. These two were the true Lords of the Netherworld, often so elusive as to remain unseen.

As for why common folk knew of the ten Yama Kings but not the two great deities? The reason was similar to how people in the mortal realm knew their local magistrates but were often ignorant of the current Emperor.

However supreme the Emperor may be, distance quickly dulls relevance.

Having received King Chujiang's reply, Chen Yi took his leave. As he stepped onto the ruins of the Yama Hall, he once again gazed down upon the ghost city.

In the name "Yingdu," there was a hint of "Yin."

Chen Yi thought of her, the woman who was always so insensible…

Fate was indeed strange. His meeting with her had hardly been pleasant. Their first sharp clash at Baihua Building had been a bitter welcome, and later, in the underground palace, she betrayed him. For a time, they had truly been sworn enemies.

Even having shared intimate moments, he had only ever regarded her as a vessel for cultivation.

Yet now, he found himself willing to do so much for her.

Chen Yi chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. The killing blade he had realized because of her, and the blade of life—how could it not also be hers? Encountering her in late autumn and once crossing swords, he never imagined back then how important she would become.

"Luanhuang."

As Chen Yi sighed deeply, his head was suddenly struck.

A paper ball rolled to the ground. Raising his head, Chen Yi saw the Taichua Goddess's ethereal and transcendent beauty,

standing on the veranda overhead, gazing down at him, and asking lightly,

"Were you thinking of me?"

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