Chapter 1301: Chapter 1277: Ten Thousand People Pit

Upon hearing Mu Yang’s words, Ye Guichen felt the necessity to make a trip to the Spirit Beast Sect.

However, Ye Guichen had no intention of involving Mu Yang and instead shook his head, saying, "It’s nothing, really. I just received some news and wanted to ask you about it."

"Oh." Mu Yang didn’t think much of it; for now, he just wanted to show off more and properly fulfill his role as the Great General.

"Alright, you may go now." Ye Guichen waved his hand, saying no more.

Three days passed quickly.

Though King Qin’s limbs were crippled, he was still thorough in his actions.

On the third day, King Qin indeed led the other five kings to appear before Ye Guichen.

They didn’t bring any attendants, each wearing white robes, looking as if they were mourning a deceased parent.

"Your subordinate, King Qin, greets the Young Master!"

"Your subordinate, King Chu, greets the Young Master!"

"Your subordinate, Yan King, greets the Young Master!"

...

One after another, they all knelt to the ground.

Except for King Zhao, who seemed relatively young, the other kings were not young anymore. It appeared that King Zhao’s father had already passed away, and his position was now inherited by his son.

Seeing the six people kneeling below, Ye Guichen felt a myriad of emotions in his heart.

But he still inquired knowingly, "Are you wearing these white clothes to curse me?"

"No, no, Young Master, we dare not. We merely wish to honor the Netherworld Emperor and atone for our past sins, hoping the Young Master will grant us this favor!"

King Qin immediately lifted his head, face full of remorse, saying, "Back then, our minds were clouded by selfish gains, forgetting all the Netherworld Emperor’s nurturing. Without the Netherworld Emperor, we wouldn’t be who we are today. Reflecting on it now, we’re filled with regret and hope the Young Master will give us a chance to mend our ways!"

"Yes, Young Master, back then we were forced into a difficult position. Had we not acted, others would have against the Netherworld Emperor. Young Master, please, spare me!"

These kings, once so lofty, now knelt like beggars before Ye Guichen, which made for a rather ironic sight.

Ye Guichen spoke no more, "Enough of the nonsense; take me to see the Netherworld Emperor immediately!"

"As you command!"

The six kings exchanged glances and, seeing that Ye Guichen hadn’t immediately resorted to violence, breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

Ye Guichen’s slaying of King Qi had deeply intimidated them. They knew they had no chance to resist, yet if Ye Guichen truly caught them, he might directly have them killed.

Therefore, before coming, they had agreed to find any means to appease Ye Guichen’s wrath and spare their lives.

This was why they came dressed in mourning clothes, portraying themselves as dutiful mourners of the Netherworld Emperor.

Ye Guichen indeed didn’t kill them but merely ordered them to lead the way to the Netherworld Emperor’s remains, making them inwardly congratulate themselves for betting correctly on this gamble.

Ye Guichen wasn’t unwilling to kill them.

But presently, they didn’t seem to be the main culprits.

Moreover, killing them now wouldn’t change anything.

Let them suffer for three years, and then a decision will be made.

Following the submission of the six kings, led by King Qin, to Ye Guichen, news of the Netherworld Emperor’s return quickly spread through the territories of the Seven Kings.

Almost no one would have thought that Ye Guichen would rise rapidly like a hurricane and then press down on the Seven Kings so effortlessly.

In addition, with King Qi’s figure gone and his elite troops defecting to Ye Guichen, King Qi’s territory split apart.

There were even some small rebellious factions that wanted to challenge Ye Guichen, but the outcome was predictable.

Seven days later, King Qin, seated in a wheelchair and pushed by others, brought Ye Guichen to an unnamed wilderness.

The wilderness was vast, located a hundred miles away from the Qin Palace.

Nowadays, the Qin Palace, once the Netherworld Emperor Palace in earlier years, had been occupied by King Qin after the Netherworld Emperor’s assassination.

However, King Qin dared not assume the title of the Netherworld Emperor.

Firstly, he lacked the authority; secondly, no one acknowledged him as such.

Moreover, the Netherworld Emperor’s territory had been divided among the Seven Kings, forming a fragmented situation.

The great battle back then claimed no fewer than 560,000 lives.

Originally, many of the deceased could have been properly buried, finding a peaceful rest, but in the end, the Seven Kings ordered all the dead to be sent to one place.

This place is where Ye Guichen now stood.

Nowadays, it’s known as the Ten Thousand People Pit.

"Young Master, the Netherworld Emperor is over there. However, the Netherworld Emperor is buried deep in this place, specifically placed in a stone coffin." King Qin looked at the Ten Thousand People Pit, which was full of ominous Evil Qi, and spoke with a slight tremble in his voice.

Even from a distance, Ye Guichen felt the overwhelming Yin energy.

The cold aura felt as if countless wronged souls were wailing.

Ye Guichen’s fists clenched involuntarily.

In the past, he had no impression of the Netherworld Emperor. Even when he learned the Netherworld Emperor was his father, Ye Guichen remained largely unmoved.

But now, feeling as if the Netherworld Emperor was within reach, Ye Guichen was finally somewhat emotional.

He had an impulse to slap King Qin to death.

Not only King Qin, but even the Seven Kings deserved a slap to death.

However, he held back.

Because there were too many uncertainties.

"Was it the Holy Temple that instructed you to do this?" Ye Guichen asked, suppressing the rage threatening to erupt within.

King Qin nodded, "Back then, I truly lost my mind. Now, I regret it deeply. Although I’m not entirely sure what the Holy Temple intends, every year on that day, I come here secretly to kneel and repent for half a day. Young Master, I, I apologize to you!"

King Qin was repenting.

Such a ruthless person, actually repenting.

Ye Guichen glanced at King Qin with some surprise, a smirk playing on his lips.

If only he had known from the beginning, he wouldn’t be in his current predicament.

Ye Guichen remained silent.

But he could sense that the Holy Temple was undoubtedly involved.

As for what the Holy Temple intended to do with these dead bodies, there were currently no clues.

Without further words, Ye Guichen stepped forward to the edge of the Ten Thousand People Pit and looked down.

The Ten Thousand People Pit was vast, nearly endless in sight.

It was also deep, perhaps spanning dozens or even a hundred meters.

Though more than twenty years had passed, the mountain of bones within remained starkly visible.

However, most of the corpses had already decomposed.

Yet the overwhelming Evil Qi could not be concealed.

Such a sight, Ye Guichen hadn’t even imagined in his dreams.

Hundreds of thousands of bodies discarded there; "mountain of corpses and sea of blood" could hardly describe such a horrific scene.

"Hiss..."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Guichen tried hard to suppress the urge for frenzied slaughter within, waving his hand: "Go, bring out all these bodies, be careful, try not to damage them if they can be extracted intact."

As Ye Guichen was about to assume the title of the Netherworld Emperor, he naturally had many followers by his side.

This time, for the purpose of honoring the Netherworld Emperor, Ye Guichen brought along over ten thousand people.

Among them were many super-strong experts.

Of course, besides King Qin, the other five kings also accompanied them, and Ye Guichen even had King Qi’s eldest son captured, redeeming King Qi’s sins.

At Ye Guichen’s command, over ten thousand soldiers began spreading out around the Ten Thousand People Pit, preparing to extract the hundreds of thousands of skeletons.

It was an enormous project.

Seeing this sight, everyone couldn’t help but be moved.