Qin Zhizhen's style remained as ever—steady, resolute, unyielding, direct, and decisive.
He replied at once—
"Coming right away."
And indeed, he came swiftly.
The legendary Yama Hall spanned the boundary between the void and The Present World, reconstructing the rules of the Wei River. Projections of ghostly gods filled the hall, faintly visible, each seeming ready to burst through its gates. Ghost Meng Po, god judges, Black and White Impermanence... every one of them was a powerful yin god, some even possessing the possibility of advancing to True Personhood.
The strongest, of course, was Qin Zhizhen himself.
He stepped directly out of the great hall and out of the void. His Divine Soul wore [No Clothes], while his body was clad in imperial robes. Manifesting the exalted form of the Yama Son of Heaven, he carried the blade of horizontal and vertical and bore the Iron Wall shield, his imposing presence shaking heaven and earth.
His Dao body stood towering, as though it wished to prop up the sky. His aura was vast, suppressing the wilderness. Yin clouds blanketed the sky and obscured the sunlight; with one palm, he could overturn the bright world. He held nothing back, pressing the Wei River down several feet!
He left quickly, too.
The Yama imperial robes had turned into beggar's rags, his hair was dripping wet, with a little river mud still clinging to it.
He strode out of the void, then limped back into it. From beginning to end, he did not utter a single sound—a true tough man.
True Person Jiang stood alone in the air, one hand on his sword as he gazed into the distance. He did not feel particularly exhilarated—not because Qin Zhizhen had not been strong enough, but because his current state of mind left him unable