As soon as he cleared the trial of the divine inquisition, Qin Ye's surroundings immediately became blurry and hazy, almost as though he was slowly but surely being pulled into a different realm altogether. Moments later, with a soft swoosh, the clouds of roiling Yin energy around him vanished into thin air, revealing the fact that he was right back where he started - back on Black Mamba’s boat.

Black Mamba was also standing by his side. Qin Ye finally heaved a sigh of relief, “What’s next?”

“Since the divine inquisition is over, we’ll have the results before us in three days’ time.” Black Mamba’s eyes narrowed, “Everything, including whether to march for Khuree, and how many troops to send, depends entirely on the Plumed Serpent God’s instructions. We’ll soon find out…”

Qin Ye nodded, and then quipped curiously, “Why did the rules of the game change towards the end?”

Black Mamba shook his head, “I’m not sure. But, if I had to hazard a guess, there must have been something about you that had caught the attention of the Plumed Serpent God.”

Qin Ye frowned. The results were indeed baffling.

And so was the Plumed Serpent God himself. According to what he knew of the Alkebulan Underworlds, the Plumed Serpent God was an existence on similar footing as the Harken itself. However, could the Harken do what Quetzalcoatl had just done and allow its powers to be felt across thousands of miles?

It was impossible. So on what basis could it judge the veracity of Qin Ye’s word...