The words [Hall of Yama] hung high above, a hint of majesty looming within them. Looking at them shook both heart and mind, as though even one's soul might be drawn inside.
"Th-this is..."
Di Yang was struck dumb, his face filled with shock. The core members beside him were equally speechless, momentarily forgetting to breathe.
Chu Mo stood before them all, his black robe billowing, his expression perfectly calm. He raised his eyes to the great hall and said softly, "From today onward, you are no longer the Kindling Alliance."
"Instead..."
He paused, then slowly spoke a name: "[The Underworld]."
Boom!
As though confirming his words, the enormous doors of the [Hall of Yama] swung open, revealing a darkness whose depths could not be fathomed.
Immediately afterward, countless glimmers flew out of the darkness, falling like stars into the mortal world and scattering toward the people before the hall.
Those points of light seemed conscious. Each found its target precisely and sank into their forehead.
Whether they possessed a Fate Artifact seal or not, the light fell equally upon them all.
Di Yang was the first to receive it. A particularly distinctive point of light sank into his spiritual seat.
In an instant, he felt his spiritual seat tremble violently. His Fate Artifact seal radiated a myriad of brilliant colors, and unfamiliar scenes flooded his sea of consciousness.
In one, he sat high upon a dread throne within a towering hall, ghostly officials gathered below like clouds, Judges wielding brushes and Impermanences brandishing chains;
In another, beneath the sky of Eternal Night, he led Ghost Enforcers and Underworld Officials to sweep away chaos, judged the good and evil of ghosts, determined reincarnation, and governed life and death.
As for the Fate Artifact seal within his soul, its appearance changed