Yan Capital. Inside a spacious conference room. Several old men watched intently with great astonishment. Lei Jun was present as well.

A one-meter large screen formed from Yin energy swirled about at the end of the conference room, playing a familiar song from it.

“My dearest motherland, you are the ocean that sends refreshing waves to the shores of my heart. The song in my heart…” It was a song that was familiar to all of them - so familiar that even the old men couldn’t help but exchange awkward glances with each other. That said, the sight of countless Yin spirits belting out the song in chorus was simply astonishing - more so than anything they had ever witnessed in their lifetimes.

It was a live projection that was transmitted through Hell’s own means, and they could see everything with pristine clarity, including how the gathering of Yin spirits were all singing at the top of their voices!

A majestic flag of Cathay fluttered gloriously behind Qin Ye. After hearing Qin Ye’s words to the citizens of Hell, the old men suddenly felt… that there wasn’t the slightest bit of incongruity with the image Qin Ye was portraying of Hell.

Hell wasn’t bleak and hopeless in the slightest. In fact, they weren’t even shocked by what they were seeing of Hell right now.

Why?

Everything was clearly different from the mortal realm. The Yin spirits didn’t have shadows and drifted along...