The servants froze in shock at the scene before them.
The Burial Tomb had always been neglected. Everyone knew the Patriarch had strictly forbidden anyone from maintaining it.
But no one had ever imagined it would collapse like this.
The entire place had crumbled into dust.
"What… what just happened?"
Panic spread among them.
"Ye Ji went to the Burial Tomb earlier. It must have been him!" one servant suddenly shouted.
The others immediately began looking around.
"Find him!"
"If it really was that trash, he's dead for sure!"
But no matter where they searched, Ye Ji was nowhere to be found.
"What are you talking about?" the head servant snapped, glaring at them."He's not even here. Stop blaming him just because you hate him!"
He scoffed.
"That useless boy is weaker than all of you. How could he possibly destroy this place?"
The others fell silent.
Before anyone could respond—
A thunderous voice echoed across the area.
"What is happening here?!"
All the servants trembled.
They immediately recognized the voice.
The Patriarch of the Ye Clan, Ye Xiang.
They looked up.
There he was.
Floating in mid-air.
One of the servants whispered in awe, "That's… the Ye Clan's floating movement technique…"
But before they could admire it any longer—
Something changed.
The coffin.
It began to glow.
The ancient eye carved into its surface slowly lit up with a deep crimson light.
It looked… alive.
The servants instinctively turned to look at it.
"Don't look at the coffin!" the Patriarch roared.
Too late.
The moment their eyes met the glowing eye—
Their expressions twisted.
Madness took over.
"HAHAHA—!"
Without warning, they began attacking each other.
Screams filled the air.
Blood splattered across the ruins.
The remaining servants, who had not looked at the coffin, ran in terror.
They didn't dare look back.
Their minds raced.
Now we understand…
This is why the Patriarch never allowed anyone near this place…
"Go!" Ye Xiang shouted."Inform the elders immediately! Tell them to bring the Dark Sutra Talismans!"
The servants rushed off without hesitation.
Within seconds—
Five figures appeared out of thin air.
The elders.
Each of them wore blindfold-like eye coverings.
They didn't waste a single moment.
"Form the array!" one of them commanded.
They surrounded the coffin, each taking a precise position.
The elder at the front raised his hand, gripping a talisman tightly.
The talisman ignited with a dark glow.
Suddenly
Black walls rose from the ground.
A sealed structure formed around the coffin, swallowing it entirely.
From the outside, it now looked like a newly formed tomb.
One fleeing servant turned back out of curiosity.
Her eyes widened.
They sealed it… that fast?
Moments later, the elders emerged from the dark structure.
Even they had not dared to look directly at the coffin.
The servant's thoughts spiraled.
If even the elders won't look at it…
Then how did Ye Ji stay there for hours…?
Her expression changed.
Even if she didn't care about him, he was still the Patriarch's son.
She stepped forward.
"Elders… one of the servants said Ye Ji visited the Burial Tomb earlier. I'm afraid he might have..."
"Nothing will happen to him," one elder interrupted calmly.
"The coffin only reacts to those with cultivation aptitude."
With that, the elders vanished.
The servant froze.
Then—
A presence appeared behind her.
"Find Ye Ji," a cold voice said."And tell him to come to my room."
She turned in shock.
The Patriarch stood there.
When had he appeared?
"Yes, Patriarch!"
She quickly ran off.
But something felt strange.
Why does he suddenly want to see him…?
For six years, the Patriarch had never once called for his own son.
Far away from the Burial Tomb—
A figure lay unconscious on the ground.
It was Yama.
He slowly opened his eyes.
His mind was still spinning.
He had just been sent flying… by the Judgment Book.
The same book that had made countless souls tremble in fear.
And now it had thrown him across the tomb like a rag doll.
"…unbelievable."
Yama sat up slowly.
Supreme Being… is this your doing?
The one he referred to
Was his father.
The creator of the universe.
The highest existence.
And the only being Yama truly had a complicated relationship with.
They had never gotten along.
Every meeting ended in conflict.
Eventually, Yama had been banned from the Heavens.
If there was a blacklist in Heaven
He would be at the very top.
And that was exactly why the Heavens feared him.
Yama clenched his fist.
You send me to this world… strip me of my power…
And now even my Judgment Book turns against me?
His expression darkened.
Then he suddenly remembered something.
The Magic Rank.
He quickly searched through his mind.
Nothing.
No knowledge.
No techniques.
No understanding of magic whatsoever.
Silence.
Then—
…You're joking.
Yama's face twisted.
Are you telling me…
The Lord of Hell has no aptitude for magic?
His anger flared instantly.
"I am the God of Death," he muttered coldly."How can I not have talent for magic?"
For the first time—
He felt insulted by existence itself.
"Ye Ji!"
A sharp voice cut through his thoughts.
"The Patriarch is looking for you!"
Yama looked up.
A servant stood there, clearly irritated.
She had spent hours searching for him.
Naturally, she wasn't pleased.
"What?" Yama frowned."The Patriarch… is looking for me?"
Even he was surprised.
From Ye Ji's memories, his father had not spoken to him in six years.
"YES," she snapped."So hurry up and go!"
She turned and left immediately, unwilling to waste another second on him.
Yama stood still for a moment.
Interesting…
He began walking back toward the Ye Clan's main building.
As he entered, he glanced around calmly.
This was his first time being here in six years.
Ye Ji had been completely isolated.
Banished to that broken shed like he didn't exist.
Yama walked slowly, observing everything.
Like a king inspecting a foreign land.
Eventually—
He stopped in front of a large wooden door.
A sign hung above it.
Patriarch
Yama pushed the door open.
He stepped inside.
"Patriarch," he said calmly."You called for me?"