Formosa.

All of the Yin spirits on the island, regardless of their nationality, occupation, or status, were kowtowed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

The entire territorial sea of the Cathayan Underworld was churning violently under the two enormous vortexes in the sky, sweeping up enormous waves in all directions. It was like the center between two forbidden arts, and ferocious shockwaves were released one after another. In particular, the Yin energy from both sides were crashing violently against one another between Formosa and the Nippon Sea, as if they were fighting for supremacy. 

"My god..." On all of the ships that were still yet to have reached the shore, the crew members were all kneeling in their cabins with their palms joined together, praying with all their might.

This was the signal for the Cathayan Underworld's resurgence.

The Cathayan Underworld was telling everyone that even after 100 years of isolation, it was still a world-leading superpower.

Qin Ye was able to see all of this as he released his consciousness from the top of the tenshu pavilion, and a pleased smile appeared on his face.

Several decades ago, he had created the new Hell on his own, and his only ally was...