At the Felipinas Underworld.

Yang Jiye was seated at the center of a massive city, while below him sat several strange-looking Yin spirits.

They wore huge masks that concealed the top halves of their faces, giving them an Aztec-like appearance. Some of them were Caucasian missionaries, some were witches wearing pointy hats, and currently, they were all gathered in the same room.

The Yang Clan forces were standing guard outside the hall, and Yang Jiye was accompanied by Yang Yanzhao. In front of each person in the room was a table that was laden with delectable dishes and exquisite wine.

A Yin breeze blew past, and the flames of the candles flickered slightly while the gauze veils were also slowly raised up. A brunette female Yin spirit wearing a pointy hat and a long black robe finally came to the end of her patience and rose to her feet before extending a respectful bow. "General Yang."

She spoke in perfect and fluent Cathayan. "I've come here at the behest of the Celtic Death God. Seven months ago, extremely powerful Yin energy fluctuations erupted from Hell, and the entire world is wondering what exactly the cause of that was."

Yang Jiye's head was resting on his palm, and he seemed to be taking a nap as he sat in his chair. Upon hearing what the woman had to say, he opened his eyes ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of nether fire as he asked in an unhurried manner, "So? Have you forgotten that your Celtic religion only exists right...