Supreme Demon Lord of the Underworld

The gentle sunlight poured over him, warm and comforting, yet Yao Qian felt chills surging through his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing in a modest hall. The room was not large, spanning several meters across, with walls mottled and worn—some areas had loosened and cracked, revealing the uneven stones beneath. On either side of the walls stood shelves; to his left, the shelves held ceremonial placards inscribed with commands like "Silence" and "Keep Away." These had accumulated a thick layer of dust, their original colors obscured. Beneath the placards, webs tangled together in circles, and a black spider was feasting greedily on a hapless fly.

To his right, the shelves were different: lined with several single-handed knives from top to bottom, flanked by coils of rope. Perhaps these were used often, for both the knives and ropes, though aged, were relatively clean.

In front of the shelves stood several chairs, once painted red but now chipped and mottled, their crooked positions resembling spotted dogs.

Yao Qian glanced around and saw three others standing beside him.

All three were young, about twenty, dressed in black uniforms. Each had a single knife slung across their waist, and on the other side hung a black badge, engraved with a bold "Constable" character in intricate script. At this moment, they listened deferentially to a middle-aged man seated at the head of the room; yet from their restless gestures, scratching and fidgeting, it was clear they were impatient, though forced