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Chapter 689: Heaven Rewards the Diligent (1)

The clouds of Yin energy were still roiling in the sky, swirling into vortices from time to time. Yet, for the most part, it could simply be described as boundless darkness. Anyone living creatures that entered these land of the dead would almost immediately sense something land on their backs, before being afflicted with a sensation of pain and agony that would be worse than torture.

“That’s fine.” Chieftain Woolf cracked open his lips and attempted to smile anthropomorphically, “Prefect Qin, the Alkebulan Underworlds will always be a friend to Hell.”

Thus, he watched as the Mythic Spirits departed. It was only then that Qin Ye finally heaved a sigh of relief. He felt over the moon.

Unification efforts!

The foundations for the negotiations with the mortal realm had already been laid. Furthermore, this incident with the Russian Underworld had secured them substantial reparations that would easily be sufficient to support the development of an entire district in Hell!

“Dong Zhuo… your days are numbered…” He gently stroked the Harken’s back, and the Harken turned back, “What’s up? Are you finally ready to send troops for the unification of Hell?’

“Cathay’s Underworld can still be said to be in its warring states era, torn asunder by the vassals known as Dong Zhuo and Su Daji. Moreover, we’re not aware of the situation in other districts just yet. For instance, the central plains and the northwest are still completely unknown to us. But the silver lining to that is that once negotiations with the mortal realm go through, and the trade routes have been established, we’ll at least be able to properly develop the district that is under our charge right now.”

There’s still the issue of developing Forbidden Arts.

It’s fine… Everything is slowly going in the right direction. Only two years have passed now, and we’ve still got… a long time ahead of us.

And as for Hell?

The Harken opened his mouth and took a deep breath. At once, a black hole opened up and devoured the carriage in its entirety. Qin Ye raised his brows and asked, “Is everything alright?”

Black Mamba?

“Is there something else you wish to discuss?”

But before he could complete his sentence, both Qin Ye and the Harken immediately raised their heads at the same time.

Name: Qin Ye (Nickname - Dogballs)

Family Members: Grandfather (deceased), Parents (deceased)

“Hell’s Records?” Black Mamba gasped in horror. At that moment, he was fully convinced that Qin Ye was definitely one of the strongest contenders for the throne as the next King Yanluo of Hell!

His mind spun quickly with some thoughts that he’d already been mulling over for a little while. It wasn’t difficult to see why Hell’s Records had suddenly appeared. Qin Ye had earlier explained that the test set by the Second King Yanluo was hardly an easy one. Managing people and international relations was naturally one of the key indicators of a good leader. Naturally, there was no doubt that this entire episode had to be one of the test questions to his potential successors.

Thus, it stood a little bit more respectfully before Qin Ye. That said, Qin Ye wasn’t looking at him. He was more interested in the words written on Hell’s Records.

And then, he turned back and slapped himself.

“Don’t give yourself false hopes. What you see is exactly what it is.” The Harken quipped coldly.

Merit Points: 6,320,000 / 150,000,000.

Thud! Qin Ye threw Hell’s Records straight to the ground and couldn’t help but break out in curses, “150 million?! Who are you kidding?!”

Just then, the ground trembled slightly.

As he spoke, the sky was suddenly filled with a great eruption of light!

It was a golden glow that engulfed the entire Mongol Empire, almost like a veil that gently draped around the lands, penetrating the dark clouds of lingering Yin energy with unbelievable speeds before turning into a brocade of colourful haze. The beams of light flowed elegantly and gracefully, rippling with waves that extended millions of miles on end. Then, the curtain of arcane light slowly came together and began to swirl majestically like a glorious dance.

The figure appeared to be that of a bodhisattva clothed with white robes. However, he wore a string of human bones across his neck. His hands were adorned with bracelets woven with gold and feathers, while his entire body was covered with intricate tattoos. His facial features appeared ordinary, and somehow benevolent and kind. Despite that, he seemed also to exude a sense of divine fury and wrath.

“Holy crap…” Qin Ye gasped in horror. But before he could say anything further, the Harken did a double take, and then murmured, “Is this the embodiment of Tengrism?”

“Blessed Tengri…” Numerous believers immediately dropped what they were doing and clasped their hands together in devout worship. Even the non-believers couldn’t help but stare at the skies with their mouths agape.

“What the hell is this?” A store clerk whipped out his cellphone and immediately snapped photos of the skies, “This is definitely not the light of the sun. Am I mistaken here? There seems to be someone hidden in this light! A figure… A human figure?!”

Elsewhere, on the streets, a car rear ended the vehicle in front violently. Even then, the driver simply rolled down his window and pulled down his sunglasses before looking upon the brilliant lights in the sky with his lips agape. Several more vehicles ahead on this street were all involved in similar rear-end collisions, yet no driver thought to even step out of their vehicles. Everyone simply froze in horror as they stared at the skies.

Back in the Mongol Empire’s special agency. The Headquarters of the Tengri Guards. An old man dressed in the Mongol Empire’s military uniform stared at the screen before him in great disbelief, “What the hell is going on?! What’s the cause of this mirage? This is definitely no mean natural phenomenon!”

But the old man ignored these signs. His facial muscles were all throbbing gently, and the corners of his eyes were even twitching slightly. The Mongol Empire had never witnessed such horrific supernatural incidents before. But, ever since last night, everything seemed to have devolved into complete chaos.

The old man was vexed. He wondered if he should pry open his staff member’s head to see if it was filled with rice, or whether he should simply resign so that he wouldn’t get pissed by this bunch of idiots any longer!

“100 kilometers outside Sukhbaatar! That’s where the light is congregating!”

Qin Ye didn’t leave.

He simply glanced up at the majestic sight. But, just then, he suddenly noticed…

His eyes were scarlet in colour, and he was staring directly at Qin Ye. Then, a split second later, a crack appeared on the top of his head, almost like a crumbling statue!

“The collapse of faith…” Black Mamba stared at the vault of the heavens with great emotion, “The Mongol Empire’s faith in Tengri will gradually disappear, because their underworld is no longer in existence, and is now part of the system of Hell. This is also the first time I’ve personally witnessed the extinction of an entire system of faith.”

Is it the eradication of faith? Of an entire system of divinity?

Like a violent tornado, it all rushed straight into Hell’s Records!