Dong, dong, dong!

A day had passed since Qin Ye’s arrival back in the City of Salvation. At 10.00 a.m. the next day, the stirring sound of beating drums suddenly shook the entire City of Salvation. There was a massive drum that spanned ten meters in diameter located right at the front of Hell’s Gate. The circumference of the drum was adorned with an exquisite silver dragon that ran directly around it. Ten Black Armored Troops struck the surface of the drums with full force.

The drumsticks were raised high above their head, before they came crashing down into the surface of the drum in unison, thumping with a deafening sound that could be heard from well over a mile away. It was a signal to the entire city that a ceremony was about to begin. Within moments, a crowd gathered around Hell’s Gate, abuzz with activity and speculations. Meanwhile, in stark contrast, it was completely silent within Hell Gate.

A line of Yin soldiers standing erect like javelins stood guard around Hell’s Gate, keeping out any over-enthused citizens who were trying to jostle their way through to get a closer look. Given the influx of new ghastly citizens of Hell in the City of Salvation, there were now fewer Yin spirits who had seen Qin Ye than those who had. Naturally, few had participated in the previous celebrations and ceremonies conducted here in the City of Salvation as well. In other words, this was the virgin experience of a city-wide event for many gathered around, and they simply couldn’t suppress the excitement stirring in their hearts. In fact, Yin spirits had already...