Mo Jianli led Yun Lintian forward, past the fields and toward a grand palace in the distance. Unlike the dark, oppressive structures of the past, this palace was built of white jade and black obsidian, radiating an aura of solemn peace.
At the entrance stood Si Junyi, clad in simple black robes, his expression calm as he watched their approach. His eyes, deep and knowing, locked onto Yun Lintian.
"You've finally come," Si Junyi said.
Yun Lintian took a deep breath and stepped forward. Without hesitation, he retrieved three objects from his spatial ring—the Book of Death, the Judge's Pen, and Meng Po's Bowl.
"I believe these belong to you," Yun Lintian said, extending them toward Si Junyi. "I am not suitable to be a Yama King in the first place."
Si Junyi's gaze lingered on the artifacts before he reached out and took them. The moment his fingers touched the Book of Death, a pulse of dark energy rippled through the Netherworld, as if the realm itself acknowledged its true master.
