City of Salvation, Hell.

It was no longer the same barren lands that it used to be. In fact, there were countless high-rise buildings as far as the eyes could see.

They were all built in variegated styles, including modern western minimalist styles with reinforced concrete structures and tempered glass facades, as well as ancient Cathayan courtyards in the middle. These buildings had all been erected in concentric rings built around Hell’s Gate as a landmark. Hell was bustling.

They didn’t have any light source. All that they had were the ghastly netherflames that drifted about endlessly. That said, the energy around these parts were no less vibrant than that of Ashmound City. At the very least, there were easily at least over a hundred thousand Yin spirits gathered within these few square kilometers of land. All of them rested under the shelter of the buildings, marveling at how much things had changed, and reminiscing about how these parts had been no more than a wasteland just a year or so ago.

Today, the buildings were all surrounded by a scarlet silk, both high-rise buildings and ancient pavilions alike. The streets were lined with festive lanterns that emitted a soft green glow, while countless Yin soldiers patrolled up and down the streets.

“What’s going on?” A Yin spirit in his early twenties standing outside the lush...