Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

Chapter 280: Chapter 274: The Power of the King Zhuanlun Tattoo

Luck is also a part of one’s strength.

You know, Lin Yuan has always been pretty lucky.

Lin Yuan told the dean everything that happened during his recent trip to the Mysterious World, leaving out no detail.

After hearing Lin Yuan’s account, the dean grinned and said, ”You brat, you really do have that protagonist’s halo.”

”Liuyu Heaven wasn’t trying to help you at all—he was plotting against you, planning to use Iron-Back Daoist to poison you.”

”But he never would have guessed that your demonic flame just happened to counter Iron-Back Daoist.”

The dean lived up to his title—even just relying on Lin Yuan’s account, he’d already deduced Liuyu Heaven’s intentions.

Liuyu Heaven! Oh, Liuyu Heaven!

So you little bastard were trying to screw me over all along!

Only now did Lin Yuan come to sudden realization, but he didn’t have time to deal with Liuyu Heaven just yet.

No matter what Liuyu Heaven’s goal was, in the end, he himself had gained a massive benefit.

The process isn’t what matters—the outcome is what’s important.

Lin Yuan handed over Iron-Back Daoist’s Power of Rules to the dean and asked, ”Dean, with this Power of Rules, can you help me engrave a Yama tattoo onto my soul?”

The dean nodded and agreed, ”Of course!”

”Everything’s already prepared. With this Power of Rules, you can condense the King Zhuanlun tattoo upon your soul.”

The Ten Yama Kings are: First Hall – King Qinguang, Second Hall – King Chujiang, Third Hall – King Songdi, Fourth Hall – King Wuguan, Fifth Hall – Yama, Sixth Hall – King Biancheng, Seventh Hall – King Taishan, Eighth Hall – King Dushi, Ninth Hall – King Pingdeng, Tenth Hall – King Zhuanlun.

Even among the Ten Yama Kings, there is a hierarchy—King Qinguang is the eldest, while King Zhuanlun is the youngest.

Engraving the Ten Yama Kings’ tattoos onto the soul—the energy needed for King Qinguang is the most, and for King Zhuanlun is the least.

The first one to be engraved should naturally be King Zhuanlun’s tattoo.

After King Zhuanlun’s tattoo is engraved onto the soul, and once Lin Yuan’s strength is enhanced, he can then hunt more powerful evil spirits and engrave stronger tattoos.

This way, Lin Yuan’s strength will naturally keep rising.

”Dean, let’s not wait any longer!”

”Do it now! Please, help me engrave the King Zhuanlun tattoo on my soul!” Lin Yuan couldn’t contain his excitement and pressed the dean eagerly.

I really can’t wait any longer!

Right now, Lin Yuan’s thirst for power was greater than ever before.

Engraving the Ten Yama Kings tattoos upon his soul—this would be the turning point of Lin Yuan’s destiny.

As the saying goes, all beginnings are hard.

Once the King Zhuanlun tattoo was complete, then Dushi King, King Pingdeng, Yama, Qinguang King, and the others would all be within reach.

Lin Yuan had a feeling—in his heart, when the ten Yama tattoos were all engraved on his soul, he would step into the very top echelon.

Not just the greatest in the real world, but also the strongest in the Mysterious World.

With this step, Lin Yuan would truly attain the strength to rival the World Honored.

”Kid, so impatient. You still need some tempering!” The dean smiled as he spoke—not truly reproaching Lin Yuan, of course.

If you don’t want to wait, then come with me.

After all, it won’t take too much time either way.

With that, the dean led Lin Yuan back to the same laboratory as before.

The surroundings were exactly as they had been previously.

In fact, perhaps this lab had been custom-built just for Lin Yuan.

”Lie down!” The dean pointed at the bed, signaling for Lin Yuan to get on.

With the experience from engraving the Meng Po tattoo last time, everything now felt like second nature.

Lin Yuan lay down on the bed—same procedure as before. The energy dome rose slowly, dim mist wafted out, and Lin Yuan slipped into unconsciousness.

After Lin Yuan lost consciousness, a special machine sounded a soul-calling bell, and his soul separated from his body.

The dean used Iron-Back Daoist’s Power of Rules as ink and began to engrave King Zhuanlun’s form onto Lin Yuan’s soul.

The King Zhuanlun tattoo was placed on the small of Lin Yuan’s back, occupying about one-tenth of his soul’s waist circumference.

Once King Zhuanlun was tattooed on the back, he could engrave King Pingdeng, King Dushi, and the others in order afterward.

When all ten Yama King tattoos were finished, they would form a belt made of the Ten Yama tattoos around Lin Yuan’s soul’s waist.

Since the Meng Po tattoo had already been engraved before, Lin Yuan didn’t experience any discomfort this time around.

However, tattooing King Zhuanlun this time clearly took much longer than it had for the Meng Po tattoo before.

Last time, the dean was inexperienced, and the Meng Po tattoo took a little over two hours.

This time, even with experience, it still took the dean nearly three hours.

Three hours later, the King Zhuanlun tattoo was complete, and the dean signaled for Lin Yuan’s soul to return to his body.

Everything was just like when the Meng Po tattoo was inscribed—the soul and the tattoo on the body perfectly overlapped.

And now, Lin Yuan possessed the powers of King Zhuanlun, as if they had been innate since birth.

King Zhuanlun—the youngest among the Ten Yama Kings.

King Zhuanlun’s responsibility was to send the vengeful souls who had served their sentences in the Eighteen Layers of Hell into the mortal world for reincarnation.

Within the Underworld exist the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Heavenly Path, Human Path, Hell Path, Evil Spirit Path, Asura Path, and Beast Path.

King Zhuanlun governs the Human Path, overseeing the reincarnation of those souls assigned to the human world.

Now that he understood King Zhuanlun’s responsibilities, the next step was to comprehend King Zhuanlun’s abilities.

His consciousness sank into his sea of awareness—Lin Yuan seemed to see, within his mind, a treasure wheel shining with golden light, spinning gently.

This treasure wheel was King Zhuanlun’s Cultivation Treasure, called the Zhuanlun Wheel.

Inside the Zhuanlun Wheel were countless phantoms.

Clad in a black robe with a Xuan-niao motif, holding the Imperial Seal aloft and chanting ”Mandated by Heaven, may the mandate endure eternally”—that was the First Emperor.

During the Battle of Changping, clothed in black armor, white cloak, supporting a crimson longsword, the one who buried 400,000 Zhao Army soldiers alive—the Lord Wu’an, Bai Qi.

On a stormy day atop Mangdang Mountain, wielding the Chixiao Sword and beheading the leader of the white-clad rebels—the Han Gaozu, Liu Bang.

Beside the Wu River, ambushed on all sides by ten thousand troops, the Overlord Xiang Yu took his own life by the water.

At eighteen, in glorious armor and astride a snorting horse, at Mount Langjuxu, inscribing his name on the stele—Champion Marquis Huo Qubing.

At the gates of Hulao Pass, locked in endless battle with three heroes—Lü Bu.

In Fengbo Pavilion, dying with defiance and fury—the great general Yue Fei.

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The phantoms within the Zhuanlun Wheel were the heroes and remarkable figures of Huaxia’s history.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan was struck with enlightenment.

King Zhuanlun’s power was actually to summon those historical heroes of Huaxia to fight a final, ultimate battle.

In this last battle, the heroic souls would experience an unprecedented transcendence.

The mythic First Emperor, mythic Overlord Xiang Yu, mythic Champion Marquis Huo Qubing...

After this gloriously transcendent battle, the heroic soul in the Zhuanlun Wheel would disappear—dust to dust, earth to earth.