"Are you ready?"
Du Ziren took a deep breath and spoke solemnly.
Zhong Kui put away his usual carefree demeanor. His expression was equally serious as he nodded.
Cui Jue and Meng Po were also nearby.
However, just like last time, Meng Po remained standing at a distance, keeping watch.
As the second-strongest fighter in the underworld, she naturally bore this responsibility.
"Good!"
"I wonder whether that old ghost Yang Yun can still awaken after all these years."
"It'd be funny if those grave injuries from back then had killed him outright."
Worry filled Du Ziren's eyes as he spoke. Then he once again summoned his Imperial Seal, letting it hover before a mountain where yin energy converged.
This mountain stood deep within the Wasteland Forbidden Zone, a forbidden zone within the Forbidden Zone. Even ghosts rarely dared approach it.
As the Imperial Seal hovered in the air, the mountain began to shake violently. Massive boulders rolled down from its peak, smashing into the ground with booming crashes.
Then—
Cracks suddenly spread across the mountainside.
Yet no one relaxed. Instead, they became even more vigilant.
After all, even Du Ziren's resting place had been guarded. How could Yang Yun possibly be an exception?
Sure enough, after the mountain split open, the sky suddenly darkened. A massive swastika appeared overhead, radiating dazzling golden light and boundless majesty.
At the same time, chains pierced out from within the mountain, thoroughly binding the entire peak.
Scriptures appeared, winding around the mountain.
"Old Yang Ghost sure gets special treatment."
"Why were there only a few Buddhas guarding my place, while a Buddha personally left scriptures here?"
Du Ziren rubbed his head in frustration and looked back at Meng Po and the others. "I'm not all that confident either. What do we do?"
"Let's force