It’s over.

Qin Ye closed his eyes and heaved a long sigh of relief. His immensely taut heartstring could finally loosen itself.

The only sound that could be heard in the ancient temple right now was the riffling pages of Hell’s Records. Qin Ye smiled, “Anitya Hellguard… after much sacrifice, I’ve finally joined the ranks of an Anitya Hellguard…”

“All that effort?” Arthis scowled, “Your face? Your image?”

Qin Ye glared right back at her, “How about all the times I’ve gone in and out of the memorial hall over the last few nights? And the life-threatening battles against the extraterritorial emissaries? Have you forgotten about those things already?”

“... Why do I get the feeling that there’s some level of embellishment and exaggeration there…”

But before Qin Ye could continue gloating, Hell’s Records suddenly trembled slightly, and then a buzzing sound rang out in all directions.

Promotion to Hellguard, begin!

A boundless nethergale had already begun to gather in the surroundings. The trees on Anhua Mountain rustled softly, as though bowing respectfully in the direction of the ancient temple. The broken ancient burial mounds scattered all around Anhua Mountain rattled vigorously, and their prayer flags pointed in the direction of the ancient temple and fluttered wildly.

“This is…” Qin Ye was startled. He looked at the tide of Yin energy that had gathered in his surroundings. The sea of energy began to pour into the dilapidated temple...