As punishment devices, the shackles kept the akasha ghost firmly imprisoned. There was a strange power at the other end of the chains, one that answered to a strange set of rules. The moment the shackles clasped shut, the hissing, struggling akasha ghost abruptly turned docile. Its gaze that’d brimmed with infinite resentment clouded over with dullness.

Lu Yun blinked in confusion; he hadn’t expected the process to go so smoothly. Were akasha ghosts supposed to be this easy to subdue?

“Gather!” With a wave of his hand, the Gates of the Abyss boomed open and pulled the ghost inside.

“Milord, stop immediately! We can’t let the ghost inside!” Ge Long’s voice suddenly echoed in Lu Yun’s skull. With a violent start, the master of hell hastened to close the gates,...