Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

form. On top of this high platform, there was forged a throne made of bone spikes, terrifyingly sharp.On the seat sat a skeleton. Weak and shriveled, it seemed as if a gust of wind would blow it apart...s organization called "Hell's Gate." Matters in countries like Mo and Zheng were ultimately none of Yang's concern.Hell has no gate, hell has no gate.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like...