rely a light touch of their gazes, and the kind of silent observation that had seen the sky crumble and rivers run with blood, imparted a trace of chill upon the Witch’s body.
And his golden hair miraculously transford into a dark golden hue, coiling like demonic horns, eventually forming a massive crown that sat atop his head, exuding dignity without anger, a natural power that overwheld and startled the heart.
"SS Rank... Ten Hall Yama..."
Ye Hanjun murmured softly, his prior confusion easily dispelled.
His senses hadn’t deceived him, the sense of swelling deep within his flesh indeed stemd from the fullness of experience points.
But why, having just ascended to the Seventh Rank, did the experience points from his dual authority leave him rely a hair’s breadth away from the 8th Rank?
Ye Hanjun’s gaze—passed through ti, recalling the past.
That day, when the heavenly tribulation bore down, he faced death and obliteration of his path.
Yet, in the next instant, as he entered the heavenly coffin, it seed he was already resurrected.
Given the coffin’s color, and those ancient auras swirling around, coupled with the origins of Sword Thunder Child and the textual cues.
Ye Hanjun strongly suspected, could this coffin... be related to the Pure Source?
That being, titled "Ancient God," did not only save him and GuaGua.
Additionally, did It also bestow upon them the ans to breakthrough the Heavenly Dao, helping him to deceive the heavens, and act against the natural order?
...
With his thoughts in turmoil, Ye Hanjun was still confused, still at a loss.
But he was finally certain that the nearly four hundred years had not been wasted.
Every missionary mission, every bit of the congregation’s faith, all converged upon him, and the growth of experience points continued to accumulate.
At the sa ti, the Pioneer Sect Leader and the Ten Hall Yama, aside from "Super Spirituality," their other abilities also showed a trend of rging and paralleling, which was key to the second authority being on the verge of a breakthrough.
"Passive Ability... Underworld Ming King."
Ye Hanjun assessed his attire, feeling the operation of internal principles while naming himself.
If an S Rank "Hell’s Judge" had only a glimpse of the regal deanor of hell and ghostly kings.
Then, an SS Rank "Ten Hall Yama" could utterly suppress the Nether and Fond Spirits without a doubt, reigning supre over these two factions.
"Law-Figure-World... Ten Directions Yama King Palace."
Ye Hanjun stretched out his hand, and imdiately, ten great halls appeared in the void surrounding him.
All suspended in the air, between heaven and earth, their imasurable lengths, widths, and heights gave off a sense of boundlessness, commanding awe and admiration for their imnsity.
"Woosh—"
Demonic mist churned, and blood fog lingered.
Enveloped in the pallid breath of death, rows of Yin Soldiers and Demon Generals ford formations, cramming every inch of the round table eting room.
The space was limited, preventing them all from appearing completely.
But faintly, Ye Hanjun could still see that there were more than ten thousand Yin Soldiers and Demon Generals, their claws sharper and their armor heavier.
Banded together, their malicious aura boiled furiously, almost lting the entire eting room in a frenzy.
"Click—click—click..."
As the Ten Halls opened, ten Ye Hanjuns appeared.
They wore various Demon King attire, so expressionless, so cold as ice, and others with sinister smiles, inscrutable in intent.
At that mont, the temple at their backs tore apart, ten bottomless abysses slowly rotating, savagely and forcefully occupying a corner of the vision.
Wind-Thunder Hell, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling, wielding the might of thunderbolts.
Fire-Healing Hell, with wind and fire filling the sky, wielding the power of fierce flas.
tal Strong Hell, gleaming with iron, specializing in the authority of plundering.
Shoring Cold Hell, freezing the heavens and earth, specializing in the power of ice and snow.
Cauldron Soup Hell, where souls and bones were broth, specializing in the authority to boil and dissolve.
Copper Column Hell, with the columns reaching the clouds, pioneering the punishnt of standing.
Slaughter Hell, with swords askew, practicing the punishnt of slicing.
Fire Chariot Hell, just and impartial, overseeing the operations of movent.
General Plundering Hell, where humans and beasts trembled, driving the power of fervent authority.
Luo Feng Hell, revered as the chief, weighing the gravity of life and death.
These were the ten halls corresponding to the Ten Hall Yama! Each one possessed a world-shocking might for punishing living beings!
"Boom!"
Ye Hanjun stepped down, his left leg beneath the pants’ robe transforming into a half-transparent state.
Most of its flesh vanished, an indescribable ancient vessel lodged at the knee, a conspicuous presence.
That was the Passive Ability "Flesh Furnace."
Once Ye Hanjun killed a being, or it was trapped in Hell unable to escape, its flesh and energy would continually nourish him and his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits, extending life, healing wounds... acting as an eternal energy furnace.
"Boom!"
Ye Hanjun stomped a second ti, and this ti, his right leg too turned semi-transparent beneath the robe.
At the knee, a spring gurgled, occasionally emitting the shrieking of the Undead.
That was the Passive Ability "Soul Spring."
As the flesh of living beings replenished the body, so would their souls replenish the spirit.
From then on, as long as there were prey in the ten prisons, everything about them would nourish Ye Hanjun, nurturing himself and his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.
Of course, there was another Passive Ability called "Hell’s Prison."
Many of Ten Hall Yama’s powers combined with the Law-Figure-World, and the ten transford prisons basically acted as a personal mini-realm he carried around.
As long as Ye Hanjun held no intent of hunting, the other parties wouldn’t be converted into energy for the furnace or spring and could reside for a short ti without too much impact on themselves.
"Wow, a total of ten big Tadpoles!"
GuaGua hopped around, leveraging Super Light Speed to instantly alight on the shoulder of every Ye Hanjun, observing them in turn.
Then it discovered that each one was substantial, all possessed bodies of flesh and blood.
Even for it, discerning between the clones and the original was impossible, as there were no significant differences.
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