“Come on in.” Qin Ye nodded at the daolord of the asura. However, the daolord neither lifted his head nor flew over to Qin Ye. Instead, he allowed himself to be led in on foot, escorted by several Yin soldiers, and it took him another ten minutes or so before he finally made it to the very top of the city.

He didn’t move quickly, yet his heart thumped wildly with every step he took.

How could this be?

Why do things here look completely different from what I had in mind?

Everything around him reeked of prosperity - the beaming smiles on the faces of all Yin spirits, the entertainment facilities, and even the splendid island that was completely out of the world. The daolord wasn’t a fool. Having once been the chancellor of a nation, he naturally knew that these were signs of a highly developed civilization. In other words, nothing was likely to shake the firm foundation of Hell’s governance right now!

Hang on… But if that were indeed the case, then why did you have me personally visit the King Yanluo of Hell? You clearly knew that I was slowly establishing myself in the three eastern provinces, so why didn’t you do a thing about it?

Such passiveness is nothing like the Hell I knew!

That said, such level of development is by no means a paltry fledgling civilization that’s still languishing in the stone ages! No! This is already comparable to the Song Dynasty… and quite possibly even beyond that!

He trudged along with...