There were more than fifty complete souls, all standing on the wasteland—these were the operation team members and leaders killed by Zhang Fusheng.
"All complete souls."
He murmured to himself:
"What Black Eye said is true, I thought Senior Sister was an exception... I just don’t know, where did the two souls and five spirits of those previous deceased vanish into thin air?"
Zhang Fusheng wasn’t pleased by the presence of dozens of complete souls; instead, his expression grew heavier,
these all confirmed his suspicions.
The Federation’s upper echelon has set up some kind of arrangement across the entire home planet, so that when people die, two out of three souls and five out of seven spirits leave, leaving only residual souls behind.
Thus, the entire home planet has become a giant breeding ground.
Zhang Fusheng rubbed his chin:
"Since their souls are intact, if I were to forge flesh bodies for them, wouldn’t that mean..."
"I could resurrect them?"
Compared to those transformed by Dead Man’s Bone, who lack self-awareness and fighting techniques, and only have the formidable skeleton of their previous state,
complete souls are vastly different, like heaven and earth apart.
Furthermore, the grim skeletons can only briefly appear in reality, but those revived with whole souls may not be the same...
"Five Martial Arts Masters, fifty-one Great Martial Artists of the Twelve Refinements!"
"The most crucial thing is."
"Incense."
With a thought, Zhang Fusheng transformed the Divine Realm’s wasteland, apart from the unchangeable Longevity Mountain Five Mansions Temple,
the landscape twisted and changed to portray a sinister and dead silent place,
and a gigantic statue rose beside the blazing Danxia of Longevity Mountain!
The face on the statue,
was naturally Zhang Fusheng’s face.
He didn’t know how to make these souls contribute the so-called ’incense’, so he relied on his past life’s understanding.
"Hmm, I wonder how different it looks from the real Underworld... Whatever, these people don’t even know what the Underworld is."
Finally, Zhang Fusheng whimsically conjured a gigantic incense burner and rows of offering tables in front of the towering statue,
his form subtly faded as he left the Divine Realm.
"Welcome to my world."
With a thought.
The fifty-six sluggish, frozen complete souls were all released from their constraints.
Their self-awareness gradually regained.
......
"Where is this.....?"
A number of translucent souls looked around blankly, Chen Yuque, Zhou Muniu, Lin Xiaocao...
Chen Yuque instinctively tried to touch her forehead but felt a strange sensation, she suddenly looked at her hands—translucent.
"I... am dead."
"Yes, I was killed by Zhang Fusheng."
She looked around blankly, seeing many translucent souls like herself, equally bewildered,
The sky was streaming with indescribable liquid light,
As for the land?
Withered trees, black soil, cracks, silence.
In the extremely far distance, at the end of this ruined world,
one could vaguely glimpse the magnificent scenes.
It was a giant oil vat, filled with numerous fierce ghosts and lost souls roasting inside, a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, dense iron forests hanging with wailing dead...
A total of eighteen distinct regions loomed on the horizon.
In every scene, countless ghostly souls were being punished!
Even further away, there was a gigantic, indescribably majestic gate, solemn and entwined with chaotic qi,
The chaotic qi billowed, within it, many souls went back and forth vaguely...
Above it, written in solemn characters were the words ’Ghost Gate’!
"Where is this?"
"Is this the world after death?"
One soul murmured, they continued to look around, seeing a towering Divine Mountain,
In front of the mountain lay a great river—stretching from east to west, seemingly splitting the world in half,
The riverside overgrown with unnamed flowers, the river was filled with floating corpses and pleading souls, as for the river itself.
There was a gigantic broken bridge, beside it stood a stone stele.
On it were the words ’Helplessness’.
Some souls tried to approach the river but screamed and retreated frightfully, while some souls pointed at the roaring river:
"What is that?!"
Chen Yuque instinctively looked over.
In front of the great river,
There was an immense statue, soaring into the clouds.
The statue stood ten thousand feet high, clad in a dignified ceremonial robe, topped with a headdress of twelve hanging beads, one face was compassionate, the other angry...?
Chen Yuque instinctively tried to rub her eyes, but found that even if her hand covered her eyes, her vision could still penetrate through.
"It is..."
She spoke in a trembling voice:
"Junior Brother?"
That imposing statue of ten thousand feet, was clearly the visage of Junior Brother!!
"It’s him!!" Among the scores of souls, some exclaimed in shock.
Chen Yuque’s gaze fell, seeing in front of the gigantic statue, a hundred-zhang incense burner, and in front of it also a row of offering tables and an ancient stone stele.
The stele exuded an eternal, seemingly destined to last for endless years, an immortal indestructible aura,
densely inscribed with words.
Chen Yuque and the dozens of souls walked toward the immortal stele.
She looked at the words on the stele, as if carved by some ancestress—was it an elegy?
Chen Yuque instinctively read aloud.
"Let it be known, the Central Pole Sect Leader, Emperor of the Underworld, Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate..."
"Honored in the Netherworld, ruling Youdu, holding the balance of life and death in the mortal realm, overseeing the ledger of virtue and vice..."
"The Emperor, whose divine power is witnessed by heaven and earth alike, shields the living, and delivers the deceased, Six Caves and Seven Palaces, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, all submit in reverence..."
The souls stared blankly at the elegy, at the end, looking at those two small lines.
"The Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, descends to the human world, personally experiences the mortal’s dust."