In the underworld of Yin Cao, within the Hall of King Yama, no matter how much Chen Taigong resisted, once he arrived here, it was no longer up to him.
He was dragged forcefully into the Hall of King Yama.
The hall was solemn, lit by the eerie bluish-green glow of phosphorescence upon the walls.
Chen Taigong was shackled, his chains clanking sharply as he crawled on the vermilion steps, trembling with fear and unease.
On either side stood the Bull-Head and Horse-Face demons, their eyes glaring fiercely, their breaths steaming in the cold air.
The judges of life and death stood sternly, holding the ledger of lives and fates.
Seated above on the throne was King Yama himself, his wooden bell striking loudly as he barked out: "The one before the hall, is that not the Chen Dan of Baidong Village, Xuzhou, Southern Jambudvipa?"
Chen Taigong panicked, momentarily at a loss for words.
The Bull-Head and Horse-Face demons scolded him sharply, pulling him back to reality.
Chen Taigong stammered nervously, "I am indeed Chen Dan!"