Chapter 690: Heaven Rewards the Diligent (2)

The merit numbers on Hell’s Records were also soaring!

“First instance of thwarting an incident that could potentially unsettle the balance of international powers since the founding of the new Hell. Merit points: +500,000.”

“Confronting a Yama-King as an Abyssal Prefect and making him dance in the palm of your hands. Merit points: +200,000.”

The list went on. Dozens of seconds later, he turned his attention back to Hell’s Record, only to discover the merit points now reflected: “15,220,000 / 150,000,000.”

Very good… I’m now approximately a tenth of the way there…

Doesn’t that mean that… participating in international affairs gets me even more merit points than if I continued to only deal with domestic affairs?

However, he knew that this wasn’t the time to be considering such matters. The golden light had vanished completely, and Hell’s Records had finally snapped shut and entered his chest once more.

BOOM!!! As soon as it did, there was a great eruption in the sky, and shockwaves visible to the naked eye immediately rippled across the lands. At once, the entire skies cleared up of all clouds and mist, and the only thing that remained standing was the majestic, colossal statue that stood in the vault of the skies. It was a spectacular sight!

“You’ve taken back the Mongol Empire and extinguished the system of divinity and faith here. Moving forward, few would believe in Tengrism, and all that remains of their faith would soon collapse completely, thereby becoming a thing of the past. It is regrettable that Tengrism just wasn’t strong enough. If it had been one of the three systems of mythology of the New World that had been extinguished like this, it would immediately make waves throughout the entire netherworld.”

“From now on, only Hell is qualified to reap the souls generated in these lands, and only Hell is qualified to set up a forward base to receive the souls of the dead here in the Mongol Underworld. The stories of Hell, and the mentions of your name, will soon emerge across the historical artifacts here, as well as in their records, and in other means through which their citizens can understand.”

“Everything that happened in the netherworld would affect the mortal realm. You should be proud of yourself, truly.”

It looks like the Second King Yanluo’s efforts haven’t been in vain… The Harken gazed deep into the skies - Second King Yanluo, I’m not sure where you might be gambling away your wealth right now, but do you see this? Your gamble has paid off.

At least, he’s doing far better than expected. I’m slowly gaining confidence in Hell’s future…

He was simply staring at the vault of the skies in great consternation. Furthermore, the Harken had spoken with an incredibly soft voice that couldn’t be heard by Black Mamba at all. That said, Black Mamba had his own thoughts of what was happening right now.

Doesn’t that mean that he’s essentially gained the approval of the Heavenly Dao?

This must be a confirmation that he’s getting infinitely close to the position as the successor to the throne!

100 more years… Perhaps we might really come face to face with him on the international arena in a completely different capacity in 100 years’ time!

Why did he agree to help Prefect Qin in the first place?

It seems like I’ll need to put in extra effort at this rate…

Then, he turned to Black Mamba and nodded briefly, “I will remember how you’ve treated us with kindness this time.”

With that, he turned to leave. But, just then, he heard Black Mamba cough lightly from behind, “Prefect Qin…”

“It seems that I might have made a mistake here.” Black Mamba smiled warmly, “The list that I’d handed to you earlier is only the first edition. This is something that I’ve just noticed. Let’s do it this way. As soon as I return to my underworld, I’ll have someone send up the second edition to Hell.”

“See you then.” Black Mamba heaved a sigh of relief as he received the ‘first-edition’ list and bowed respectfully. But this time, it was clear that he wasn’t only bowing to the Harken, but also Qin Ye.

With that, he transformed into the cloud of Yin energy and vanished without a trace.

Qin Ye rubbed his temples and heaved a sigh of relief. Likewise, he, too, vanished without a trace.

I’ll resolve this, return to Hell, rally the forces, and then begin our march for unification of Hell!

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There were a dozen or so photographs appended to the article.

Naturally, there were also a number of comments that sought to ride the viral post to promote their own agendas.

Qin Ye nodded as he surveyed his surroundings.

There was an ancient city wall located right before him that appeared to have been standing for centuries on end. Unfortunately, the walls also appeared to have been weathered greatly by the elements, and only approximately 200 meters of it remained. From the remnants, one could vaguely make out that the walls once used to be square in shape. Furthermore, Qin Ye could vaguely make out where the city gates would once have been located.

Qin Ye tipped the guide with 200 RMB and sent him off, before squatting down and feeling the ground inch by inch.

“I know.” Qin Ye touched the surface of the ground with his slender fingers, before frowning slightly, “Historically, the tomb of the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty has never been discovered. But this has all got to do with their customs. According to Mongol customs, they would hollow out incense wood in the shape of a human being, and then close it up, wrap everything with gold inlaid with gemstones and jade three times around. Then, they would bury it in the ground and trample the ground flat with horses and camels, before sprinkling horse’s blood all over it. One year later, the grass would sprout up and grow all around it, and nobody would be able to tell where exactly the tomb is located.”

Zhenhai City.

The Harken leapt down and began to sniff as it walked along the ground, “But what you’re describing is only true of Mongol nobility. Nobody even knows what the tomb of a Mongol emperor looks like. And to that end, the Russian Underworld is even less likely to know about these things than we are. After all, the records of the Yuan Dynasty are rather lacking, and even the scholars aren’t able to agree on certain things such as the official burial requirements of the time. My guess is that… they might well have found something, but it’s nothing more than a high spec tomb that is different from others.”

The Harken fell deep into thought.

Do I need to tie you up to your desk before you’ll finally embrace the mountain of work that’s waiting for you back in Hell? Yes… that seems like a feasible idea!

“Then, let’s wait.” Qin Ye entered the car that they had hired nearby, “Didn’t we learn that midnight is when the barrier between the mortal realm and the netherworld is the weakest? That’s no more than a few hours away.”

It’s been no more than a few hours!

If you’re going to be such a downer, how am I supposed to find the motivation and energy to complete the rest of my tasks!

The moonlight shone down like a veil of light, washing over the Gobi and bringing an eerie sense of stillness and sobriety to these ruins of over 700 years.

“Yin energy?” Qin Ye’s eyes glistened, and he immediately got out of his car once more, “But, how is that possible? I’ve tried touching it during the day. Even if the sun is at its peak, it’s still impossible not to have sensed anything…”

Qin Ye sensibly kept his distance from the danger.

“I’d never expected to see something like this here…” The Harken remarked as it circled around the stone platform several times. Then, it sighed softly, “Hey, kiddo, do you know what this is?”

Then, without waiting for Qin Ye’s response, it continued, “Emblem of the Sixfold Ghost Kings… This bears the mark of the Sixfold Ghost Kings, etched with Yin Talismans drawn up by a Yama-class existence.”