Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

Real World.

Peng City.

At this moment, black and white lights appeared above everyone’s heads in Peng City.

Only one person’s head did not bear the black and white lights.

Just as Lin Yuan had anticipated, that person was Yang Jing.

”Dong!”

”Dong! Dong!”

In the kitchen of the dog meat restaurant, Yang Jing was chopping dog meat. He inadvertently glanced out the window, seeing the passersby with black and white lights above their heads, a helpless smile appeared on his face.

”Alas!”

”Still got discovered, huh!” Yang Jing’s face was full of helplessness, yet he wasn’t panicked.

He continued chopping and stewing the dog meat as usual.

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Underworld.

Lin Yuan’s divine sense extended to the real world, further to Peng City.

Eventually, it extended to that familiar dog meat restaurant.

In the kitchen of the dog meat restaurant, Lin Yuan saw Yang Jing, whose head did not bear the black and white lights.

It was indeed him.

The thing Lin Yuan least hoped to see had come to pass.

”Alas!” With a heavy sigh, Lin Yuan said to Yin Celestial Son: ”Looks like I need to make a trip to the real world.”

From Lin Yuan’s expression, Yin Celestial Son could already tell that Lin Yuan had found the Daoist Ancestor’s reincarnation.

And that this reincarnated Daoist Ancestor must be someone very familiar to Lin Yuan.

”Let me accompany you!” Yin Celestial Son said to Lin Yuan.

Clearly, Lin Yuan was going to talk to this reincarnated Daoist Ancestor.

However, if the talk goes well, it wouldn’t be an issue.

If it doesn’t go well, then the matter would be troublesome.

Yin Celestial Son was somewhat worried that Lin Yuan might not be the match of the Daoist Ancestor, thus wanted to go together with him.

”Forget it!”

”Better I go alone!” Lin Yuan politely declined Yin Celestial Son’s goodwill.

Yin Celestial Son didn’t insist when Lin Yuan refused his offer.

No matter the real world or the mysterious world, if he wishes to go, it’s just a matter of thought.

If Lin Yuan truly encounters any danger, he can assist at any time.

In the cosmos, only one Tier One can exist, and that Tier One is Yin Celestial Son.

Given the current energy level the real world can support, the reincarnated Daoist Ancestor would, at most, be Tier Three.

Even if it truly comes to fighting, Lin Yuan at Tier Two Peak would certainly have no problem dealing with the reincarnated body of the Daoist Ancestor.

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Real World.

Peng City.

”Boss, you’re back!” Zhang Zhen, who guarded the city gate, was wild with joy upon seeing Lin Yuan.

As one of the earliest to follow Lin Yuan, Zhang Zhen had now fallen behind Lin Yuan’s cultivation speed.

”Uh-huh!” Lin Yuan nodded in response and then instructed Zhang Zhen: ”I need to discuss some matters with Yang Jing, so immediately disperse the personnel around the dog meat restaurant.”

Disperse personnel?

While Zhang Zhen often blundered, he wasn’t foolish!

Lin Yuan’s words clearly implied that Yang Jing had issues!

”That brat Yang Jing has issues; damn it, I’ll go deal with him!” Zhang Zhen said furiously.

For years, Zhang Zhen often frequented Yang Jing’s dog meat restaurant and had grown to consider Yang Jing a friend.

If Yang Jing had issues, wouldn’t that mean he’s been tricking Zhang Zhen like a fool?

Thinking of this filled Zhang Zhen with anger.

”Forget it!”

”Do you not know your own capabilities? If you go looking for trouble with him, be careful he doesn’t chop you up and stew you as dog meat!” Lin Yuan said irritably.

After instructing Zhang Zhen, Lin Yuan ventured alone to Yang Jing’s dog meat restaurant.

Today, he was going to meet this reincarnated Daoist Ancestor.

Closed for the day.

Standing at the restaurant door and seeing the ”Closed for the day” sign, Lin Yuan thought: ”You’re probably not just closed for a day, but rather, will never open for business again.”

He pushed open the restaurant door, empty in the room yet the kitchen carried the aroma of meat.

Lin Yuan found a seat and scanned his surroundings.

”Come, have some meat!”

Yang Jing walked over carrying a pot full of dog meat.

Placing the pot down, Yang Jing fetched a bottle of good wine.

”Quick!”

”Quickly leave, hurry up!”

Outside, came the sound of dispersing the crowd.

Yang Jing wore a bitter smile and asked Lin Yuan: ”Is this necessary?”

”Necessary, I can’t afford to gamble!” Lin Yuan replied slowly.

”If I wanted to hurt them, would I wait until now?” Yang Jing felt abandoned like a widow, sensing Lin Yuan’s complete lack of trust.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment, realizing Yang Jing’s words made sense.

If Yang Jing intended to harm these people, while he was away, Peng City might have faced countless destructions.

But, on second thought, Lin Yuan said again: ”Earlier, I didn’t discover your identity.”

”Yang Jing is just Yang Jing, where comes any other identity!” Yang Jing stated earnestly.

Just as Lin Yuan wanted to say something more, suddenly, there appeared another person beside them.

Yin Celestial Son.

”Uninvited, here for some meat!” Yin Celestial Son first picked up chopsticks and began chewing on the meat from the pot.

After savoring Yang Jing’s dog meat, Yin Celestial Son said to Lin Yuan: ”No need to disperse the crowd!”

Lin Yuan: ”????”

Lin Yuan was taken aback, not understanding Yin Celestial Son’s implication.

No need to disperse the crowd, does it mean Yang Jing isn’t dangerous?

Having confirmed Yang Jing was the reincarnated Daoist Ancestor, Yin Celestial Son said he wasn’t dangerous.

Lin Yuan felt puzzled but chose to trust Yin Celestial Son.

Lin Yuan strode outside and said to Zhang Zhen, engaged in dispersing: ”Alright, no danger anymore, no need to disperse.”

”You all carry on as you were.”

Zhang Zhen: ”????”

Zhang Zhen was even more baffled, thinking, well then, were you just messing with this idiot kid as a joke?

After sending off Zhang Zhen, Lin Yuan returned to the table where Yin Celestial Son and Yang Jing were discussing Dao.

”Friend, already at peak strength, why abandon cultivation to be reincarnated?” Yin Celestial Son inquired.

Yang Jing took a sip of wine and answered: ”Those who follow the natural order may survive; those against it will surely die.”

”Wa Huang, Buddha, Demon Lord laughed at my abandonment of cultivation; I laughed at their impending doom.”

”Since opting to start anew through reincarnation, there’s no Void Ancestor, solely the Human Race Yang Jing. Do fellow Daoists need to be so wary of me?”

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At the table, Lin Yuan, Yang Jing, Yin Celestial Son drank, ate meat, and discussed Dao.

Yang Jing’s insights closely matched those of Lin Yuan and Yin Celestial Son.

Yang Jing believed the cosmos would devour the void—it was destined.

With the void nearing extinction, the cosmos would grow even broader.

Wa Huang, Demon Lord, Buddha had two choices: either disassemble and reincarnate as Daoist Ancestor did,

or perish alongside the void.

After a hearty meal and drinks, Yin Celestial Son departed with Lin Yuan.

In the Underworld, Lin Yuan asked Yin Celestial Son: ”Is Yang Jing truly not a threat?”

”Indeed!” Yin Celestial Son nodded earnestly and then countered: ”Do you know what was stewed in that pot?”