128: Chapter 128 City God, Golden Shackles and Silver Chains

Soul Capturing Platform.

The platform was thirty zhang high with a square base, each side measuring fifty zhang long. The body of the platform was built from gray-white Yin stones, each of which was covered in carved runes that flickered with blood-red light within the Yin Qi.

The top of the platform was a massive flat area with a copper pillar standing at each of its four corners. Iron chains were wrapped around these copper pillars, and the chains were hung with many shackles. These were no ordinary shackles, but "Soul-Restraining Shackles" condensed from pure Yin Qi and the power of punishment; any wandering soul caught in these shackles would be unable to break free.

In the very center of the platform was a massive character for "Decree," written in a blood-red pigment. That "Decree" character radiated a heart-palpitating pressure—the pressure of the City God, the pressure of the Yinsi, and the pressure of the Netherworld.

The Soul Capturing Platform was complete.

Su Bai stood at the world core, looking at the tall platform with the corners of his mouth slightly curled upward.

Two buildings, one hundred thousand Power Of Faith.

Now, it was time to create the City God.

He raised his hand, linking his consciousness with the world core.

[Hero Unit available for creation: Department of the Netherworld · City God]

[Power Of Faith cost: 50,000 points]

[Prerequisites: City God Temple built, Soul Capturing Platform built]

[Current Power Of Faith: 117,811 points]

[Confirm creation?]

Fifty thousand points.

Su Bai did not hesitate.

[Confirm creation: City God]

[Power Of Faith consumed: 50,000 points]

[Remaining Power Of Faith: 67,811 points]

This time, the tremor was not at the level of architecture, but at the level of rules.

The entire Netherworld World was trembling.

On the doors of the Ghost Gate Pass, those ghostly blue runes erupted with a blinding light. The waters of the River of Oblivion began to boil, and all the lonely souls and wild ghosts within the river who could not be reincarnated fell silent, looking up toward the City God Temple. At the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po stopped what she was doing, a trace of a smile appearing on her aged face.

"The City God has returned to his position," she said softly. "This world is becoming more and more complete."

Deep within the Tongue-Pulling Hell, Ox-Head and Horse-Face both looked up at the same time, expressions of awe appearing in their blood-red eyes and on their narrow horse faces. They could feel an aura more powerful than a Ghost King being born.

It wasn't a strength of combat power, but a strength of authority.

The power of the City God was to manage the souls of the entire Living World. Meanwhile, the power of a Ghost King was merely to guard the Ghost Gate Pass and command the Ten Great Yin Marshals.

In the main hall of the City God Temple, a figure was condensing upon the massive seat.

It was a middle-aged man.

He wore deep blue official robes embroidered with golden cloud patterns and silver Yin-Yang fish. On his head was a black official hat with a feather on each side that drifted gently in the Yin Qi. His face was square and dignified, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, a straight nose, and a wide mouth. Beneath his chin grew a three-pointed long beard, each strand meticulously groomed.

In his hand, he held a square seal. The seal was pitch black, and four characters were carved into its face.

[seal of the city god]

That was his authority. The authority of the Department of the Netherworld. The authority to judge souls, capture evil ghosts, and maintain the order of the Yinsi.

He opened his eyes.

Those eyes were deep brown, and deep within his pupils, one could faintly see countless souls circulating, countless sins being judged, and countless reincarnations being decided. There was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness in those eyes, only an eternal, unchanging majesty.

It was the majesty of the Yinsi, the majesty of judgment, and the majesty of order.

The City God stood up from his seat, walked down the ninety-nine steps, exited the gates of the City God Temple, and stepped onto the Soul Capturing Platform.

He stood upon the massive "Decree" character at the center of the Soul Capturing Platform, his deep brown eyes overlooking the entire Netherworld World.

His aura...

Sixth-Order Peak.

Half-Step Seventh-Order.

Finally, the City God spoke softly toward the location where Su Bai was.

"My Lord."

Su Bai nodded slightly, watching the figure from the world core as his information panel appeared in his consciousness.

[City God (Hero Unit)]

[Rank: Sixth-Order Peak]

[Grade: Nine Stars!]

[Skills: Judgment of the Underworld (Active), City God's Majesty (Passive), Soul Capturing Order (Active), Yin-Yang Eye (Passive), Immortal and Indestructible (Passive), Lord of the City God Temple (Passive), Soul Capturing Platform Blessing (Passive), Six Paths Affinity (Passive)]

[Judgment of the Underworld (Active): The City God can perform a Judgment of the Underworld on any soul to determine the depth of its sins. After a successful judgment, the soul will be automatically assigned to the corresponding hell for punishment or sent directly into reincarnation. The judgment ignores rank differences and is a guaranteed hit on souls below the Sixth-Order. For souls at the Sixth-Order and above, there is a chance of failure. Cooldown: Three days.]

[City God's Majesty (Passive): The City God possesses the majesty of the Yinsi. Any hostile unit before the City God will have all attributes reduced by 30%. For Ghost Messenger-type units (Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Day Wanderer and Night Patroller, etc.), all attributes are increased by 50%.]

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Su Bai looked at that line reading "Nine Stars," and the curve of his mouth grew even wider.

Nine Stars.

Nine Stars again.

Meng Po was Nine Stars, and the City God was Nine Stars.

If each of the four Judges of the Judges Office were also Nine Stars...

That would be six Nine-Star heroes.

Six Nine-Star heroes would be enough to allow his world to break through all the way from the Sixth-Order to the Ninth-Order.

Furthermore, these heroes would definitely be like the Ten Great Yin Marshals; as the construction of the Netherworld became more complete, their grades would also become higher and higher.

Su Bai suppressed the excitement in his heart and took a deep breath.

The City God was back in his position.

But under the City God's command, there were still two most important subordinates who had not been created.

Golden Shackle. Silver Lock.

The Heavy-duty Soul-Capturing Envoys of the Netherworld.

Su Bai raised his hand, linking his consciousness with the world core.

[Hero Unit available for creation: Golden Shackle (Lord Shackle)]

[Power Of Faith cost: 25,000 points]

[Prerequisites: City God Temple built, Soul Capturing Platform built, City God created]

[Current Power Of Faith: 67,811 points]

[Confirm creation?]

Twenty-five thousand points.

Su Bai did not hesitate.

[Confirm creation: Golden Shackle]

[Power Of Faith consumed: 25,000 points]

[Remaining Power Of Faith: 42,811 points]

On the Soul Capturing Platform, a golden light began to condense.

It was a stalwart figure.

He was about three zhang tall with a body as sturdy as a mountain. His skin was bronze-colored, gleaming with a metallic luster within the Yin Qi. His face was rugged and fierce, with thick eyebrows turned upward and golden eyes like brass bells with vertical pupils, like a wild beast. Two fangs protruded from his mouth, with the upper canines growing past his jaw, making him look even more terrifying.

He wore a suit of golden chainmail hung with many shackles. These were no ordinary shackles, but "Soul-Restraining Golden Shackles" condensed from pure Yin Qi and the power of punishment; any soul caught by the Golden Shackle would be unable to break free, resist, or escape.

In his hand, he held a massive Golden Hammer. The head of the hammer was covered in carved runes that flickered with golden light within the Yin Qi.

It was the light of suppression, the light of soul-capturing, and the light of punishment.

His eyes opened, and battle intent burned within his golden pupils.