Qin Ye didn’t respond. There were surveillance devices everywhere in this place, so it wouldn’t be prudent for him to speak too much. Qin Ye shut his eyes and hummed to himself.

The situation was incredibly peculiar right now.

The three remaining daolords of the six paths were still laying low and biding their time. They were probably afraid. After all, having been tormented by Hell for thousands of years, the shadows of Hell must have left an indelible mark that constantly struck fear in their hearts. That said, the longer they dragged things out, the more Yin spirits there would be at their disposal. They weren’t in any rush in any event.

Furthermore, Qin Ye was now more certain than ever of the need to reestablish Hell in order to suppress the three daolords. As soon as Hell was reestablished, the millions of Yin spirits would finally be able to enter the underworld, and this would be tantamount to snatching and depriving the three daolords of their resources in their fight against the mortal realm. As the number of Yin spirits pledging allegiance to the daolords dwindle, while the mortal realm’s understanding of Yin spirits increase, the ones prevailing at the end of the fight would most certainly be the mortal realm.

Thus, as soon as the daolords discover such developments that point to the reestablishment of Hell, they would most certainly do everything in their ability to weed out the problem before Hell establishes a foothold. The war with the mortal realm would even take a backseat...