"What's the point of staying in this place? My powers are useless here. Hmph, honestly, at least the Living World is bearable. What is this place supposed to be?"
Redmond, irritated, kicked a skeleton. He was in the western snow mountains, not far from Yuna Ji. He already looked like he couldn't stand it any longer.
Abyssal Hell was pure torment for Redmond. He just wanted to hurry back to the Living World. As for the Malice Wraith Fire, I'd already seen its power when I merged the three souls with Zhang Qingyuan. Its force was truly terrifying. It's just a shame that, outside of a place so hostile to ghosts, Redmond's power would be even more fearsome—he could even seal the Heavenly Dao.
I still remember what happened then. The God-Emperor intervened halfway through, but Redmond held out for a long time before finally collapsing from exhaustion. Otherwise, the Heavenly Dao might have destroyed his power entirely.
And what the Ghost Ancestor just said made me realize instantly—calamity isn't just something that exists in people; it's even more present in nature. Strange weather, earthquakes, and other phenomena are all caused by the power of calamity.
Many people go through periods of bad luck—all because of the power of calamity. I used to think Redmond's power was about controlling others' minds, but later I realized it wasn't quite like that.
Back during the incident in Boziran, when Redmond acted, he controlled most of the people at Ghost Mound. Now I understand: he was manipulating the aura of calamity in them, which let him control their actions. That power is truly formidable.
Because, just as the Ghost Ancestor said, even nature can't resist the power of calamity. Not even the supreme Heavenly Dao. The Underworld Court must understand this, which is why they recognized Redmond's status as the Eleventh Judge of Hell.
Redmond, restless and annoyed, kicked at a skeleton. But the skeleton didn't move at all, which only made Redmond angrier. He grabbed it and flung it aside, acting like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Damn you, Yuna Ji. Just wait—when we get back, you'll pay for disrespecting me."
Redmond gritted his teeth as he spoke, continuing to kick and hit the skeletons. After venting for a while, he sneered at the pile of bones.
"What use is all this? There's just a lot of them. No point in practicing here. I really don't get what that bastard Yin Choujian is thinking. I'm going for a drink."
I watched Redmond in surprise. Sure enough, after leaving the cave, he headed straight for the ice fields, found a few Hell Wardens, and started drinking and playing games with them—completely uninterested in any kind of training.
"I have to say, days like this are truly carefree."
Redmond started laughing, his face flushed with drunkenness. The other Hell Wardens joined in, and he quickly blended in among them. His whole demeanor was crude and vulgar, and it seemed Yin Choujian and the others knew all about Redmond's past.
When they called Redmond 'Mountain King' before, I was a bit puzzled. But it looks like he really was a bandit or something like that in life—his temper hasn't changed even after death.
And so, for a whole week, Redmond did nothing—just drank, passed out, woke up, and drank again. A week went by like this.
The Seven Ghost Sovereigns gathered once again in the cave where Yuna Ji was.
"You all don't look any different, do you?"
Yuna Ji looked at the Ghost Sovereigns, puzzled.