At Moon Worshipper Sacred Land, one human prodigy after another appeared. After more than forty years, the Ten Yama Kings had gathered once again.
In the past, the demonic palace had brought calamity upon the world, and the underworld had emerged. Light and shadow joined hands to quell the demonic disaster.
Now, the demonic calamity had risen again. The Ten Yama Kings regrouped, gathering together for the future of humanity.
Before the altar, countless Moon Worshipper clansmen stared at the many human experts before the High Priest, their faces filled with shock.
In the distance, Peacock's eyes also flickered with surprise from atop her wheelchair. Marquis of Knowing Fate's power to rally others was truly astonishing. News of his return had only just spread, yet so many experts had already come to lend their aid.
"Miss Peacock, it is time to go."
At her side, Mu Chengxue spoke calmly, then stepped forward.
Peacock nodded and turned her wheelchair to follow.
Before the sacred land's altar, Ning Chen looked at the gathered crowd with a smile. He flipped his right hand, and streams of light shot forth as Yama ghost masks flew toward the human experts.
"These are your ghost masks. From today onward, you will once again take up the responsibilities of the Yama Kings."
As he spoke, Yama masks flew before Luo Xingchen, Lin Yuzhen, Mu Qianshang, Yin'er, Yi Xuanmiao, Aizen Myōō, Xia Ziyi, and Consort Luo, landing in their hands.
The mask of the Sixth Hall, the Evil-Visaged Yama, appeared in Ning Chen's hand. Its savage ghostly visage sent chills down one's spine.
Nine halls were complete. Yet the Sixth Hall, which had once belonged to Sword Two, had no one left to inherit it. It remained empty forever.
Luo Xingchen, Mu Qianshang, and Xia Ziyi fell silent.