The traditional music was befitting of the grand magnificence of Hell’s Gate. A second later, a slew of netherflames lit up all around them like constellations littering the skies at night, gently illuminating Hell.

However, Yin Xiangnan wasn’t startled at all. Instead, the mystical opening only whetted his excitement for what was to come. The netherflames in the sky appeared no different from stagelights illuminating concert halls, except that this was made of real flickering flames. But, just a moment later, all of the Yin spirits gasped in great astonishment - Yin Xiangnan included.

Click. There was a soft sound, and Ming Shiyin instantly blossomed with a radiant light that flooded the entire area. Following that, the space right in front of the gathering of Yin spirits suddenly rippled like water, and four ten-meter tall pillars of Yin energy suddenly erupted from the ground, forming an illusory light screen on which the ceremony could be watched. Simultaneously, the main stage rose from the ground right in front of Hell’s Gate. For the very first time, they noticed Hell’s Gate was now decorated in red and white silken cloth. Countless paper money drifted across the skies. It was an awesome and incomparably grand sight.

Their eyes turned back to the area around the incense burners at the front of Hell’s Gate, where a hundred or so young Yin spirits were now formed up in ranks. They were half-naked, wearing only traditional trousers replete with red belts and black shoes. Each of them had a one-meter large drum placed right in front of them. Their leader waved a majestic flag around, while the rest of the young Yin...