Qin Ye suppressed the excitement in his heart and waved his finger softly. At once, Kwon Kyung-ho and Ryu Changmin appeared before his eyes.

“I want you guys to make a complete inventory list of everything that you find in this place, right from the first floor all the way to the ninth floor. Record it clearly, and classify them accordingly.” With a wave of his hand, the two evil ghosts flew downstairs and got started at once. Meanwhile, he turned to the eight scrolls suspended in mid air.

“Are you certain that all of the restrictions have been lifted?” Qin Ye queried cautiously.

“Are you looking down on me?” The Harken grunted with frustration, “Do you know how long it has been since they’ve last maintained these formation arrays? Would I really be fit to call myself a Yama-King if I couldn’t even take down these things?”

Qin Ye took a deep breath, and then released a soft thread formed by wisps of Yin energy from his fingertips, wrapped it around a scroll, and then gave it a gentle tug.

He didn’t face any sort of resistance whatsoever. It didn’t take long before the scroll was in his hands. He promptly unraveled them, only to find golden words revealing themselves against the white backdrop of the parchment.

They were the runic symbols of Yin Talismans. It was profound and mysterious, and just as captivating as the constellations in the sky.

No. In fact, it was even more than that! Far beyond that!

It was practically akin to the milky way!

As soon as Qin Ye saw it, his consciousness was immediately drawn to a completely different place, almost as though he were located in the heart of thousands upon thousands of soldiers. A terrifying,...