# 379
Chapter 379 – The Six Paths of Reincarnation
“That’s…”
Cao Yuan lifted his gaze to the figure suspended in the sky, his face paling.
“A god.” Lin Qiye drew a slow breath. “That pressure—only a god can possess it.”
No one understood divine might better than Lin Qiye; back in Cangnan City he had faced Indra himself and even slain a clone of Loki.
“But how could a foreign god be inside Fengdu? How did he get in?” Cao Yuan’s brows knit tight.
Lin Qiye studied the silhouette, piecing together the clues and the ghosts’ descriptions from within the mansion, and arrived at a daring conjecture.
“Perhaps… he’s always been here, never left.”
…
The Emperor of Fengdu looked up at the airborne figure, eyes narrowing.
“Yama.” His voice rolled across the sky. “Stealing a shard of my Fengdu wasn’t enough—you actually left a projection behind. What are you plotting?”
The pitch-black deity hovering overhead gazed down at the Emperor and sneered:
“When we shattered Fengdu back then, those three bastards grabbed the bigger pieces; all I got was the smallest scrap. Naturally I planted a little insurance, coveting the final fragment… Pity your imperial majesty has guarded it so well that all these years I haven’t budged it an inch.”
Yama drifted lower until he floated before the Emperor, studying him with playful malice, a sinister light flickering in his eyes.
“Never thought you’d return—and so much weaker than before.”
The corners of his mouth tugged upward. “If I kill you here, your imperial aura will be erased for good, and the last shard of Fengdu will finally be mine.”
The Emperor spoke calmly, “You can’t even shake my imperial might, yet you dream of killing me?”
“If you were at your peak I’d run as far as I could.” Yama’s eyes narrowed. “But times have changed. These two years we’ve learned your secrets. The gods of Great Xia may have re-emerged, yet all are reincarnated—your power a shadow of what it was… Perhaps you haven’t heard? The divine kingdoms within the fog are already forming a loose alliance, planning to wipe you out before your gods fully awaken.
When that day comes, do you really think a handful of reborn deities can stand against us?”
The Emperor’s brows twitched; then he relaxed and laughed coldly.
“You foreign gods, each more treacherous than the last—would any of you truly bare your back to another? Even if you join forces against Great Xia, which of your kingdoms will lead the charge?”
Yama’s gaze hardened, his expression ugly.
“Emperor of Fengdu, stop struggling. Today I claim both your corpse and your ghost city.”
He seated himself mid-air, hands forming a bizarre seal. Blood-colored ripples surged violently across the sky, and a colossal ghost-face woven from countless vengeful spirits howled downward!
The visage blotted a third of Fengdu’s heavens. Mournful wails filled the air as the mouth gaped, corners stretching to the ears, as if to swallow the Emperor whole.
The Emperor’s imperial robes snapped in the wind. He stared up at the descending horror, utterly calm.
“I may be a reincarnation, but you’re only a projection. To kill me—you’re unworthy.”
He raised a hand and pressed lightly. Vast death-qi of the netherworld condensed into an enormous black palm that slammed into the blood-ghost face!
Black palm met crimson visage; the latter shattered and dispersed, its resentful spirits forming a dense red cloud that was devoured bit by bit by the death-qi until nothing remained.
Yama’s face darkened. Just as he prepared to act, his body froze.
The Emperor, who had stood upon the floating stone slab, had vanished. Sensing something, Yama jerked his head upward.
Beneath the black vault of heaven the Emperor now hovered, gold-threaded black robes billowing without wind. With a casual wave he summoned an ancient black throne from the imperial palace; it floated behind him.
He seated himself upon the divine throne and looked down at Yama.
“Yama, don’t forget—this is Fengdu, my divine kingdom.”
As the words fell, a silver radiance bloomed before the throne. A huge silver sphere appeared, orbited by six silver rings that spun erratically, dizzying to behold.
The instant it manifested, a primordial, arcane pressure descended upon Fengdu—as though some fundamental law had shifted.
Yama’s expression changed drastically.
From his throne the Emperor spoke slowly: “You want Fengdu? Its core is right here—the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Take it—if you can bear it.”
He turned his palm, and one silver ring peeled from the sphere like lightning, streaking straight for Yama’s face!
Yama scowled, resolved, and spun into a streak of light fleeing into the distance—but the ring merely quivered and expanded to Infinity, instantly enveloping all of Fengdu!
Caught within the vast ring, Yama flew at full speed, yet the ring contracted around him, dragging him back to its center.
“Emperor of Fengdu!” Yama shouted in fury. “You dare wield Great Xia’s laws! Were my true body here, you’d never trap me so easily!”
“I forged these laws myself—why should I not use them?” the Emperor replied languidly.
He flicked his fingers; two more rings shot out, encircling Yama from three angles and shrinking rapidly.
“Yama.” The Emperor’s eyes narrowed, voice cold with killing intent. “Tell Osiris, Hades, and Satan: every shard of Fengdu they stole…
I will reclaim—every single one, with interest!”
With a final snap of his fingers the three rings became edgeless blades, severing Yama’s head in an instant!