Seriously?

There are actually traces of a Yama-class Yin spirit here in this place? And an Emissary of Hell at that? Otherwise, how could we possibly see the mark of the Sixfold Ghost Kings in this place?

“And it’s someone that I’m familiar with too.” The Harken tapped its claw on top of the abutment, and the centuries-old abutment shook slightly, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust. Its gaze was laced with complex emotions. That said, it was understandable. Anyone who had been deep in slumber for a century would react in the same manner when they finally see traces of a familiar face.

Qin Ye walked up behind the Harken, “Don’t you find it strange?”

“What’s a Yama-class mark doing here in the suspected Tomb of Genghis Khan? Furthermore, if this is something to be sealed, and by a Yama-class existence at that, then why is it so obvious and easy to find? Why isn’t it subject to some form of concealment or disguise? This place is even out in the open!”

The Harken shook its head, “Have you forgotten? You can’t sense the Yin energy of this place at all. Besides…”

It turned to the seal and continued with some nostalgia in its voice, “This is a game known to us as the Ghost King’s Seal.”

“This is a game originally invented by the Second King Yanluo when he was bored out of his mind. Arrange the six stone slabs according to the surnames of various clans, and the seal will automatically open. This is a game that had only been circulated among the Yama-class Yin spirits of Hell, and not even the Abyssal Prefects were aware...