Nobody disturbed him.

The only thing that was shifting and stirring in the distance were the 17 Mythic Spirits hidden in the darkness as they scrutinized the responses given during the divine inquisition.

Qin Ye could practically feel their gaze. It was almost as though they were breathing down his neck, tickling the pores on the nape of his neck as they whispered among themselves.

He glanced around at the immeasurable darkness around him, and thought through his response until 59 seconds on the clock, before finally responding, “No.”

At once, the 17 pairs of netherflames in the skies pulsed wildy, and they turned towards the scales.

Kkkkrrrr… This time, the scales began to shake violently. Unfortunately, the scales were tilted against Qin Ye’s word this time, and several seconds later, the word “no” crashed down onto the ground with a loud bang, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust.

Have I failed?

Qin Ye stared at the scales in astonishment - How is Hell supposed to resolve this matter on its own? Where have I gone wrong with my response?

There was a moment of abrupt silence.

Following that, a number of soft voices echoed from the darkness, “The divine inquisition is over.”

As they spoke, Qin Ye could sense the various sources of Yin energy around him slowly receding into the distance like an ebbing tide. Meanwhile, the Mythic Spirits that he had never...