Chapter 667: Murchison Falls, Mythic Spirit Conference

Dead silence. Everyone slowly inched closer to each other, huddling together as though the only solace they could find was the warmth on each other’s bodies. The wind tossed their clothes wildly about, and the temperature in the surroundings dipped rapidly.

The trees were swaying wildly, while the dark clouds only continued to grow denser and denser. These lands had just been filled with the vibrancy of life just a little while ago. But now, even the zebras were galloping madly into the tall grass, shivering as their knees buckled under the weight of their fear. The packs of hyenas hunting the zebra trembled right beside their prey with their limbs tucked right underneath their bodies. With death looming right over their heads, the living creatures couldn’t help but cower in great fear.

Nobody said a word, but they could all sense that something was coming. Although they couldn’t quite see where this impending danger was located, they could sense that it was already right before them!

Five minutes later, the clouds finally cleared up, and the sun once again reappeared in the sky. The violent gale eased up once more as well. It was only then that the staff members working on the nature documentary looked up and heaved a long sigh of relief.

“I couldn’t even breathe!” “Is that the devil? Is that what they call a spirit of the dead?” “Who believes in such unscientific things?!”

However, he immediately froze when he booted up the computer screen.

No response.

“Evacuate! We’ve gotta get out of this place right now!!” He snapped his head back and barked orders at them, “Ike, pack up the tent at once! Andre, make emergency transport arrangements with the transport company! We need to leave right now! Tell them to get here as quickly as they can! We’ll pay them for the urgent call as usual!”

His voice trailed off.

The computer screen was still transmitting the image of the very same Nile River that was still packed with flocks of flamingos earlier. But now… all it showed was flowing waters covered with flamingo carcasses!

“My god…” Another man turned his head stiffly and his jaws agape as he stared deep into the forest, “What the hell just happened over here…”

Qin Ye stood at the bow of the boat with a black cloak draped around his collar. Black Mamba stood right beside him in his half-serpent, half-human form, while dozens of Yin soldiers were arrayed behind them.

This was the procession of a Yama-King. All living beware.

He turned and looked Qin Ye in the eyes, “And that is - rules.”

He paused for a moment, and then supplemented, “That is, us.”

They turned a corner, and a massive waterfall suddenly appeared right in front of his eyes. This was the famous fifth falls of the Nile, otherwise known as the Murchison Falls. And at that moment, rather than slowing down, the boat rushed straight into the falls.

Like a bolt of lightning, the boat hurtled forward, flying straight through the air as it went crashing straight into the plunge pool below. Meanwhile, an otherworldly spectacle appeared right on the surface of the plunge pool.

Countless serpents.

BOOM!

Absolute darkness.

Furthermore, the boat that he had just been on moments ago had completely vanished!

He didn’t say a word. Instead, he simply glanced around, surveying his surroundings. Just then, 17 pairs of netherflames suddenly lit up and gazed deeply at him from every direction!

No response.

Had a mere Infernal Judge entered this place, he would almost certainly have been crushed by the overwhelming might of the pure unadulterated Yin energy. In fact, despite the fact that Qin Ye was already an Abyssal Prefect, he could even sense his bones creaking and clicking under the weight of the overbearing forces around.

Qin Ye nodded deeply.

“Yes.”

Qin Ye nodded his head again.

It looked like sunlight, and yet it wasn’t quite the same. It didn’t have the characteristic warmth of sunlight. Instead, Qin Ye could even sense traces of coldness emanating from the light before his eyes, almost as though they were the light of death.

However, it wasn’t the sphinx.

“Anubis’ Scale of Justice?” Qin Ye asked stiffly.

“It looks similar, and its name is likewise called the Scales of Justice, but what it weighs isn’t the heart, but one’s words. Rest assured.”

Qin Ye took several deep breaths and did his level best to calm his mind down. His eyes gleamed brightly as he gazed intently at the scales before him.

17 Yama-class sources of Yin energy were scrutinizing his movements from the shadows, while a mythical relic of the ancient past was placed right before his eyes. The sheer amount of pressure weighing on his shoulders was absolutely indescribable. His adrenal glands were firing away, and his sweat was pouring out profusely.

What reason was there to hesitate any longer?

“Please.” He retracted his gaze and cupped his fists respectfully.

It was stifling. Qin Ye’s mind was sharpened to the extreme, and his cerebral cortex was burning with passion.

Qin Ye didn’t respond right away.

The questions are simple, and they demand a simple response of either yes or no. However, if the other questions are anything like this one, they would clearly be laden with meaning and implications. In other words, the questions might entail a great breadth of responses, and yet all I can do is to give a simple yes or no answer?

After all, there were many questions that couldn’t simply be answered with ‘yes’ or ‘no’!

Most of the information contained within the documents were true, but parts of these documents are inferences drawn by the government of Hell. Would these be included in his response as well?

As he spoke, a cloud of Yin energy emerged from his lips, congealing together to form the word “yes” as it landed on the scales.

I’ve cleared this question…

“Does Hell possess the ability to resolve this issue?”

Qin Ye gnashed his teeth. This was a question that still demanded a binary response from him, but it was incredibly incisive and tricky. The conundrum he was faced with was the fact that Hell was indeed unable to resolve this issue, and yet he couldn’t afford to admit it at all!

Tick, tock, tick, tock… The seconds were ticking once more, and all eyes were on Qin Ye once again.