At this moment, the Heavenly Dao was not merely heartbroken—it was extremely nervous. Given Qin Fen's nature, he was never one to behave himself. Hongjun stared fixedly at the other party with bloodshot eyes, forcing himself to hold on despite his spinning head.
After checking his phone, Qin Fen began speaking to the video. Time was tight, and since there was no need, he did not choose to travel through space. He simply opened the video. The hall had yet to fully process things; the disappearance of the Investiture of the Gods was undoubtedly a crushing blow to the immortals. What troubled everyone was the future.
The times had changed, and everything would change along with them. No one knew what awaited them. Because it was unknown, an atmosphere of fear began spreading through Yin Mountain Hall.
"Hmm-hmm!" Qin Fen coughed. All the Yin Spirits now looked like wilted eggplants, repeatedly muttering the same words: "The iron rice bowl is gone!"
"Gone? Why do I think all of you have opportunities now?" Qin Fen's words were like setting off a volcano.
The Ten Yama Kings froze. Then, in a daze, a beam of golden light shone down—the Heavenly Dao's reward had finally arrived.
Merit Golden Light warded off evil and misfortune, and naturally had the effect of clearing one's mind. As the golden light descended, the Underworld higher-ups gradually regained clarity and understood Qin Fen's words. Their eyes lit up. Right—those capable rose, while those incapable fell. As long as they worked hard, promotion and advancement—anything was possible.
Things were different now. In the past, even if you did well, you would only receive some material rewards. Promotions and pay raises were nearly impossible. One carrot, one hole; there were no extra positions. But now, things seemed different. First, the