Limbo.

A gust of nethergale swept across the lands, around where the Harken lay. The golden words written by Fate were still hovering faintly in front of him, and he was clearly just a few words short of completing his statement.

Everything was still and silent. Not a single Yin spirit dared approach such a terrifying divine beast. Just then, there was a soft sigh, and yet the Harken remained deep in its slumber!

Not even the soft rustle of the nethergale could be heard right now. Yet, despite that, copious amounts of Yin energy suddenly converged at a point directly above the Harken’s head like a majestic cloud of Yin energy. Moments later, the cloud was torn asunder, revealing a one-meter large rift from which a long hand reached out.

It was a man’s hand, bony at the joints, while a system of veins could be seen right underneath the skin. Calluses could be seen on the underside of the hands. These were a telltale sign of habitually handling weapons.

The man grabbed hold of Fate.

He did so right in front of the Harken’s eyes, and yet the Harken was completely unaware of his presence or his actions at all.

And then… he began to add to the golden words that were hovering in the air in front of the Harken.

Let Qin Ye become a competent King Yanluo of Hell!

As soon as the statement was complete, the golden words immediately erupted with a dazzling golden gleam. Moments later, a soft sound of gears falling into place was heard, and the golden words reverted back to its original...