Within the Underworld.
Silence had fallen over the place.
The Yin Emperor stood here, his head reaching the vault of heaven and his feet planted in the Netherworld.
Behind him, the cycle of reincarnation revolved in endless radiance.
The combined strength of the gods had instead suppressed his thoughts.
Yet the Yin Emperor's transformation had been seen by every ghost and god, even the Underworld marshals.
But not a single ghost or god dared harbor the slightest ulterior motive.
Nor did they dare attack Lin Yan.
That was because Lin Yan possessed the authority of the Yin Emperor.
He was like a weak Yin Emperor.
If they dared attack Lin Yan,
it would be equivalent to attacking the Yin Emperor after his return from tribulation in the future.
At this moment, the entire Underworld was steeped in an incomparably strange atmosphere.
Only Lin Yan wore an unusual expression on his aged face.
His cloudy eyes held a strange, otherworldly glint.
"During these hundred breaths..."
Within the divine light of reincarnation.
The Yin Emperor's voice rang out.
"They all say that Four Wastes Star Lord was slain by the Judicial Grand Celestial Master, and that the Heavenly Emperor specially granted permission to receive his Primordial Spirit, inherit the position of Four Wastes Star, and become a Heavenly God."
"The grudge of being slain has festered for millions of years."
"I never imagined that Four Wastes Star Lord would actually borrow power through you, allowing you, the Judicial Grand Celestial Master, to speak with this brat for a few moments."
"But so what?"
The Yin Emperor's tone was cold as he continued, "If it weren't to seize his fortune, a single thought from me could annihilate him ten million times!"
The goddess's voice rang out, calm and faint. "But one hundred