Chapter 727: The Great Sale (1)
A one-meter large screen formed from Yin energy swirled about at the end of the conference room, playing a familiar song from it.
It was a live projection that was transmitted through Hell’s own means, and they could see everything with pristine clarity, including how the gathering of Yin spirits were all singing at the top of their voices!
Hell wasn’t bleak and hopeless in the slightest. In fact, they weren’t even shocked by what they were seeing of Hell right now.
Everything was clearly different from the mortal realm. The Yin spirits didn’t have shadows and drifted along the ground with netherflames flourishing from the depths of their eyes. So why did they get the sensing that it was… hardly any different from the mortal realm?
“Are they… trying to show goodwill to the mortal realm?” One of the old men suddenly exclaimed.
“Don’t forget that Yin soldiers are existences that can remain hidden to us mortals. Should he wish to lay waste to the mortal realm, then… I’m afraid that there will be hardly anything we can do about it. Organized groups of Yin spirits are far more terrifying than rogue evil ghosts after all. You know full well what I’m talking about.”
After a long time, the old man sitting in the center of the room finally spoke up, “This is all genuine.”
His gaze softened up slightly, and he turned to the red flag flying high in the sky. In that instant, he felt somewhat… close to them, almost as though they were kindred spirits.
It looks like… Hell isn’t a bad place. Perhaps I might even be able to live well after I pass on…
Just then, Zhao Yun thundered, “Welcome to Heaven’s End Pavilion.”
“Sixfold Ghost King, Zhao Zilong.”
The eyes of the old men flickered wildly. They’d heard of his existence before, but seeing it with their own eyes is quite something else.
This was what they truly desired to see.
Lei Jun nodded, and dismissed him summarily. Nobody was in the mood for banal chatter at this point in time. And then, the numbers began to show up.
“10 million… 15 million… 20 million… 30 million… 40 million?!” The old men around Lei Jun cried out in unison. They hadn’t expected numbers as high as this!
Is he a Yama-King?
Zhao Yun naturally wasn’t aware of the thoughts in their minds right now. Instead, under the watchful gazes of all Yin spirits around, items and objects continued to pour out of his hand, assembling themselves in the air. The pieces of stones were the ones that first assembled themselves, forming a majestic staircase a thousand meters wide that led hundreds of meters up into the sky. Both sides of the staircase were adorned with carved fences that were exquisite, to say the least.
Lei Jun shook his head with a bitter smile, “I’m not at that level yet… Sure, the cultivation of Yin energy and true energy may be similar, but I can at best assemble a pavilion from the ground. Assembling something like that in the air, and even on such a scale, requires an almost perversely meticulous control of Yin energy…”
Beep, beep, beep!!! Suddenly the Yin energy measuring instrument began to beep loudly with flashing red lights, and then it shut itself down.
“Unbelievable.” Lei Jun looked up with an incomparably profound expression in his eyes. Shock, disbelief, relief, and also… longing.
“Everyone.” He stood up, suppressing the intense excitement in his heart, “I can say with the utmost certainty that there’s no Yin spirit in our lands that can possibly be a match for this man right here!”
Pin drop silence. The entire conference room was filled with the sounds of ragged breaths.
Lei Jun’s chest heaved and fell with every breath that he took, “He’s preparing… to march for the rest of Cathay!”
His voice trembled slightly, “Over the last ten years of supernatural outbreak, how many people have we seen pass on in the shadows with each night that passed? But now… the end is nigh!”
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The Yin spirits watched with their lips agape as the godly existence began to assemble everything in the air like building blocks. Under the watchful gaze of millions of eyes, a hue pavilion towering high into the sky, replete with 30 storeys that were at least 10 meters tall each, slowly took place.
Terrifyingly so. In fact, it wasn’t even an exaggeration to say that it was comparable with the size of Ashmound City itself! The thousand-meter wide steps were nothing more than a drop in the ocean next to the size of the towering Heaven’s End Pavilion.
Meanwhile, the female ghosts in Hell stared with bright gleams in their eyes.
This… this has to be an ultra-sized mall isn’t it? Isn’t it?!
Back in the mortal realm, it wasn’t uncommon to see women patronizing these ultra-sized malls that were often hailed as a shopping paradise. But who would’ve thought that even after death, they would be granted that very same opportunity?
Look at the beautifully carved fretwork windows.
Look at the vintage tables and chairs that are so beautiful that they make you cry! Look at the ancient, lofty building that appears no different from a towering mountain!
“AHHHHH!!!!” The female ghosts of Ashmound City shrieked at the top of their voices. Everyone fully understood in that very moment that the Great Sale was now truly open!
How could you tempt us with the allure of a shopping paradise like that?!
The netherflames in the eyes of these female ghosts immediately flourished with great vigor, and they promptly jostled their way through the crowds, leaving their male counterparts far behind. In a flash, a throng of ghosts surrounded the steps that led up to the entrance of Heaven’s End Pavilion. That said, the door didn’t open immediately.
The netherflames in their eyes were blazing at least a meter high by now. But even then, Zhao Yun simply boomed back with a placid voice, “These doors will open in an hour’s time. Please line up properly and wait for your turn.”
“Who would’ve thought that you would be able to unite the hearts of all Yin spirit with one simple event, tying everyone together using the flag of Cathay. That’s truly a masterstroke!”
“Brother Zhao, I didn’t employ any trickery this time.”
One hour.
It was the same moment when Hell would finally allow the Alkebulan fleet and the Russian flotilla into Ashmound Port. This was truly a historical moment worth celebrating!
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Ivantov was also there. However, he wasn’t drinking his vodka any longer. Instead, he had now donned his aristocratic robes, and he couldn’t help but pull out his golden pocket watch from time to time for a glance.
According to the missives that we’ve received, Hell has confirmed that they will be opening their borders to us tonight. But… where are they?
He snorted coldly and shook his head with a mind to return to his cabin. But, just then, a brilliant light suddenly blossomed in the distance, followed by a loud rumble and surging waves.
“My god…” He gazed blankly into the distance, “What… what in the world is that monster…”
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