Courtyard House: Time Traveler Not Yet a Ghost

He Damin's consciousness sank into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, where there was a special space he had created—the Yin Yin Space. Within the Yin Yin Space, the projections of the Six Paths of Reincarnation were slowly growing as his cultivation improved. The Heavenly Path, the Human Path, the Asura Path, the Animal Path, the Hungry Ghost Path, and the Hell Path—six enormous luminous holes floated in the dark space, rotating ceaselessly day and night, emanating an increasingly dense and clear aura of law.

The Soul Refining Banner itself, after multiple advancements, has evolved into an independent small world—the Soul Banner Cave Heaven. It is a space with a radius of ten miles, now filled with rich soul power and yin energy. Countless refined souls, Dao soldiers and ghost generals he cultivated all live and cultivate within it.

in case……

A bold and crazy idea flashed through He Damin's mind.

What would happen if the Soul Banner Cave Heaven were to detach from the Soul Refining Banner and merge with the Yin-Yang Space?

In that way, the projection of the Six Paths of Reincarnation would have a real carrier, no longer a vague illusion. And the souls, Dao soldiers, and ghost generals in the Soul Banner Cave Heaven could then enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation and begin their true reincarnation, forming a complete cycle.

The six realms of reincarnation will transform from a simple "projection" into a real, autonomously operating hell!

A complete eighteen-level hell under his control!

Thinking of this, He Damin's heart began to pound, filled with an indescribable excitement and anticipation. Once this thought took hold, it spread like wildfire, becoming impossible to suppress.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His consciousness was highly focused, and his divine sense, like an invisible bridge, sank into the Yin-Yang space.

Within the dark, yin-yang space, six enormous orifices of light slowly rotated, each emitting its own unique radiance. The light of the Heavenly Path was the most intense, like the blazing sun; the light of the Human Path was gentle and all-encompassing, like moonlight; the light of the Asura Path was filled with violence and slaughter, crimson like blood; the light of the Animal Path was murky and obscure; the light of the Hungry Ghost Path radiated endless greed and desire; and the light of the Hell Path was the darkest and coldest, seemingly capable of freezing the soul.

The Soul Refining Banner floated in the center of the space, its surface swaying gently, subtly echoing the six light holes and emitting a powerful suction force.

With a thought, He Damin's Soul Refining Banner trembled slightly and then slowly drifted toward the center of the six light holes.

boom--!

The moment the Soul Refining Banner reached the center, the entire Yin-Yang Space began to tremble violently. It was as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred, and the spatial barriers were groaning under the strain.

The six light holes suddenly accelerated their rotation, and the light they emitted became more intense than ever before. The six rays of light of different colors intertwined to form a huge, complex net of light, like a three-dimensional array, firmly enveloping the Soul Refining Banner within it.

Meanwhile, the Soul Banner Cave Heaven inside the Soul Refining Banner began to fluctuate violently, as if something was breaking free of its restraints and trying to burst out. The banner surface trembled violently, making a "whooshing" sound, and countless ghostly figures tumbled and howled on the banner surface.

The integration has begun.

He Damin's consciousness was highly focused, tightly locked onto the entire process, not daring to relax in the slightest. He could clearly feel that the Soul Banner Cave Heaven was gradually separating from the Soul Refining Banner's original body, transforming into an independent space, and merging with the Yin Yang Space.

The souls, Dao soldiers, and ghost generals that were originally in the Soul Banner Cave Heaven were drawn by an invisible and powerful force from the Six Paths of Reincarnation, as if summoned, and all drifted toward the six light caves.

Foolish and ignorant souls are involuntarily drawn to the light of the animal realm, devoured by it, and begin their next reincarnation.

Souls that are insatiably greedy and never satisfied are sucked into the light cave of the hungry ghost realm, where they suffer endless hunger and longing.

Souls burdened with sin and stained with blood are inevitably swallowed by the light caves of hell, where endless punishment and torment await them.

Souls filled with murderous intent and a thirst for battle are drawn by the light of the Asura Path and enter that battlefield where there is no peace.

The light portals of Heaven and Humanity remained temporarily silent, with no souls being drawn in. He Damin knew this was because his current cultivation level was insufficient to support those two truly high-level reincarnation paths. But he wasn't in a hurry; one must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time.

The fusion process lasted all night.

As the first rays of dawn shone through the window into the study, illuminating He Damin's calm face, the tremors of the Yin-Yang space finally subsided.

When He Damin's divine sense probed into it, even with his usually calm and collected nature, he couldn't help but gasp, a sense of indescribable shock welling up in his heart.

The cathode space has completely changed.

What was once a vast, dark space has now been clearly divided into eighteen distinct levels. Each level has a different environment, different rules, and different instruments of torture. Mountains of knives, seas of fire, cauldrons of boiling oil, pools of blood, icebergs, millstones, platforms for gouging out hearts, tongue-pulling hells... those legendary scenes of the eighteen levels of hell are now vividly displayed before his eyes, so real that they are chilling.

The eighteen levels of hell!

He succeeded! He really did construct a complete eighteen levels of hell within his own negative space!

Within each level, countless souls endure their respective punishments. The evil spirits he took in are suffering endless torment day after day, year after year, in different levels of hell, according to their sins in their previous lives. Their pain and wails converge into a vast negative energy, absorbed by hell itself, which in turn nourishes this newly born hellish world.

The Soul Refining Banner still hovers at the core of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, but it is no longer just a magical artifact. It has become a hub, a central link connecting He Damin's consciousness with the core of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. With a mere thought, he can freely draw upon the power of the entire hell, controlling the life, death, and reincarnation of every soul within.

The power of hell is essentially the authority of reincarnation!

He Damin slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

The matter in Hong Kong is almost settled.

Both the legitimate and criminal underworld have been dealt with; those who needed to be eliminated have been eliminated, and those who needed to be subdued have been subdued. The Governor's House is now silent in fear, and the British-owned Chamber of Commerce has been severely weakened and is no longer able to pose a threat to the Global Bank. Gangs like the Wo Shing Wo have completely submitted, becoming part of his underground forces. The Global Bank's position is now as solid as a rock, unshakeable by anyone.

Next, it's time to deal with those guys still stirring things up in Tokyo.

He stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the gradually brightening sky in the distance. The eastern horizon was already tinged with the pale light of dawn; a new day had begun.

"The bank vaults in Tokyo must be getting impatient by now," He Damin muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes. Those who coveted his gold wouldn't escape.

The atmosphere at the breakfast table was exceptionally warm and inviting.

He Yushui, dressed in a pretty dress and with two little braids, was stuffing small bites of glistening shrimp dumplings into her mouth when she curiously looked up at He Damin and asked in a childish voice, "Uncle, I've been having nightmares every night. I dream of lots and lots of people fighting, and lots of people in white clothes floating around. It's so scary." As she spoke, she shuddered, a look of fear on her little face.

He Damin put down his chopsticks, reached out and touched He Yushui's head; her hair was soft and smooth. He comforted her gently, "Silly girl, dreams are just dreams, don't be afraid. It's probably because of the hot weather lately that you haven't been sleeping well at night."

He Yushui nodded as if she understood, then lowered her head and continued eating, quickly putting the nightmare out of her mind. Children are always very forgetful.

He Yuzhu slurped down his congee, making loud slurping noises, occasionally glancing up to chime in with a few words about recent Hong Kong gossip. He didn't pay much attention to his sister's dream—kids always have strange dreams, which they forget in a couple of days. He was currently filled with admiration for He Damin and anticipation for the future; with such a "god-like" uncle, his future was sure to be bright.

Only Chen Xueru glanced at He Damin subtly while refilling his tea.

That single glance contained a multitude of complex emotions. There was inquiry, worry, and a hint of barely perceptible fear, but ultimately, it all transformed into deep understanding and trust. Although she didn't know exactly what He Damin had done, she couldn't possibly be unaware of the bloodshed that had gripped Hong Kong these past few days. The sudden deaths of those British executives, the rumors spreading in disarray—all of these things gave her a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

"Is the matter settled?" she asked softly, her voice so low that only He Damin could hear her.

He Damin took the warm teacup, his fingers unconsciously and gently grasping her hand. Her hand trembled slightly, but she did not pull it away.

"Hmm, almost done." He Damin smiled faintly, his tone relaxed, as if he had only completed a trivial task.

Chen Xueru nodded and didn't ask any further questions. She knew that some things were better left unasked. All she needed to know was that the man before her was someone she could entrust her life to.

Sunlight streamed through the restaurant windows, illuminating the dining table and everyone's faces, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere. It was as if the bloodshed and chaos of the previous night were merely a distant dream. But only He Damin knew that this was just the beginning. His journey had only just begun.