Chapter 310: The Great Ghost-Creating Undertaking: The Terrifying Underworld!

The Underworld, a blood moon hangs high.

The icy moonlight illuminating the Netherworld is undergoing earth-shattering change.

From the void above, within the vast Netherworld, the earth veins of the eight directions rise as rolling mountains, like endless azure dragons wandering in all directions.

Among those majestic mountains, tiny fluorescent lights flicker, as if the scales of the azure dragons shimmer.

These are the nascent Xiao Xiao Xiao Qian Shi Jie and Da Xiao Xiao Qian Shi Jie.

Once they gradually form, if a deity dwells within, they may naturally carve out their own Dong Tian Fu Di.

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing expanded the Netherworld, beginning with land and dwellings.

The ghost gods and ghost immortals had not yet arrived, but the great Emperor of the Netherworld had already begun considering his subjects' welfare.

Whoever comes, I'll give them land and a house.

Because the Netherworld is truly immense, boundless and endless.

Yet, apart from its chaos and darkness, the former Netherworld had another trait—it was empty.

Before Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing awoke, this place was utterly desolate.

Only after his awakening did Luo Feng Mountain, the ancestral vein of the Netherworld, manifest in reality.

The Huang Quan River, the greatest river of the Yin World, began flowing into the Netherworld from the void at that time.

Later, the Bi An Hua bloomed along both banks of the Huang Quan River.

All other things corresponding to the Hong Huang land, the Four Seas and Eight Deserts, the mountains and rivers, had yet to form.

Thus, strictly speaking, although the Netherworld's potential is vast, its world foundation cannot match that of Hong Huang land.

Even in terms of deity numbers, it falls short of the Zhou Tian starry sky.

For though the Zhou Tian starry sky is called "barren," it still has its native stars, and within them, true local star deities.

Whereas the Netherworld, at most, has only three proper deities.

Ming He is a friend Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing has befriended.

Di Yu is a cage Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing forged himself.

Nine of the Ten Ten Yan Luo are prisoners Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing personally captured.

Shen Shu and Yu Lei (Shen Tao Shu) are the gate guardians Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing personally "fished" back.

Shen Tao Shu even brought along an entire mountain range—Du Shuo Mountain.

Only when Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing last reorganized the rules of the Underworld did the three mountain systems—Bao Du Mountain, Luo Fu Mountain, and Bo Zhong Mountain—appear.

Now, Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's transformation of the Underworld is immense.

He will comprehensively mirror the Hong Huang mountains and rivers, manifesting every unformed element of the Netherworld.

Not only mountains and valleys, but also rivers, lakes, grasses, trees, and the Four Oceans.

Of course, Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing has made some modifications.

For instance, he divided the Netherworld into nine regions, each containing a ghost city.

The most central is Lord Lord Fengdu Ghost City.

Within the city lie the Ten Yan Luo Hall, the Street of the Dead, and the Ghost Market.

These ghost cities connect to the Zhu Tian Wan Jie governed by the Underworld.

Hmm, this story is called "I Have Nine Celestial Cities."

This time, Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing copied the Immortal Path's homework.

Now, the ghost cities urgently lack city lords.

There are also no residents—for now.

But that will change soon.

Because besides transforming all things in the Netherworld, Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing is also doing something rather interesting.

Creating ghosts!

By the Huang Quan River, waves surge wildly.

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing gazed at this river of souls, where countless spirits sank in torment.

He sighed: "The cycle of rebirth has not opened; I can only send you to the Zhu Tian worlds for reincarnation."

"But now, there is an opportunity to come ashore."

"Hey, Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing, stop moping around here—I'm already bursting with anticipation!" Ming He sensed the Netherworld's stirrings and knew Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing was about to do something wild.

He immediately arrived in the Underworld.

After entering the Ghost Gate, he headed straight for the banks of the Huang Quan River.

The boundless mountains, the Nine Ghost Cities, the Four Oceans—all were captivating.

But what's more fun than creation?

Besides, Ming He himself had many souls.

Within the boundless blood sea, countless soul-resentments and malevolent energies sank.

Although Ming He's constant recklessness kept the blood sea rising, theoretically, it could never be filled by soul-resentments.

But Ming He still wanted to change the environment of his own home!

To create various ghost kinds from soul-resentments while cleaning up his own domain—

How wonderful!

And one point is crucial—ghost immortals!

Previously, Ming He always thought of turning living beings into ghost cultivators after death, then cultivating ghost immortals.

Now that Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing is creating ghosts, aren't these ghost kinds ready-made ghost cultivators?

"Let's get started!"

Meng Wu You eagerly grabbed a bowl and scooped up a bowl of Huang Quan River water.

The water was mixed with resentment.

"Just a bit of resentment? No big deal!" Wang Chuan blew gently, and the soul's resentment vanished.

The soul dissolved along with it.

Meng Wu You: "..."

Wang Chuan: "..."

The Wu Dao Cha Shu beside them laughed uncontrollably.

"Little Cha, lend me some tea leaves!"

Wang Chuan grabbed the giggling little tea tree, picked through the leaves, and selected several special ones.

He waved his hand, and a giant pot, a giant ladle, and a stove appeared.

"Creating ghosts? Quantity is king!"

Wang Chuan summoned a pot of Huang Quan River water, filled with ten thousand souls.

When he ignited his divine fire,

the fragmented souls began to wail.

Heart-wrenching. "Good! There's movement!"

Wang Chuan thrilled: "Soul-nature is being born! Wisdom will soon emerge!"

"Survive this ordeal, and you will surely come ashore and become a ghost clan!"

Wang Chuan immersed himself in the great work of ghost creation, endlessly boiling souls, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The sheer scale of this ghost-making spectacle left the little tea tree beside him stunned.

Ghosts are spirit-beings attuned to the numinous, born of heaven and earth, unique entities of the Earth Dao.

By comparing ghosts, analyzing ghosts, and creating ghosts, they are also comparing the Earth Dao, analyzing the Earth Dao, and comprehending the Earth Dao.

One must admit, this is a fascinating and meaningful endeavor.

"I succeeded!" Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing moved fastest—he created a ghost with intelligence.

Everyone stared curiously at Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's newly created ghost.

For this ghost was vastly different from ordinary ones: it lacked violent energy, instead radiating a touch of sacredness.

Other ghosts were all steeped in ghostly dread, terrifying beyond measure.

Only Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's creation possessed a faint divinity, evoking a sense of grand, imperial majesty.

This was truly... not a ghost at all!

"From today, you are a new ghost. I must name your kind. Hmm... how about 'Shen Qi Gui'?"

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing solemnly named the new ghost.

"Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing, your Shen Qi Gui..." Ming He and the others paused their work, beginning to study the new ghost together; the more they studied, the brighter their eyes gleamed.

Soon after,

"I succeeded too!"

Wang Chuan beamed with joy, pushing forward his creation before the crowd—countless of them, exactly one thousand six hundred and seven.

"The batch of ghosts I created are naturally attuned to wind, capable of manipulating wind-resentment! I name them..."

"Wind Resentment Ghosts?" the tea tree blurted out.

"No!"

Wang Chuan shook his head, firmly declaring: "They shall be called: Spirits of the Dark Night · Dancers of the Void!"

The tea tree froze in utter shock: "What does this have to do with wind?"

"Nothing at all!"

Wang Chuan grinned triumphantly: "I am the Creator—I can name them whatever I want."

"I've succeeded too!"

Ming He eagerly introduced: "The ghost I created is born of slaughter, destined for killing—I've named it the Rakshasa Ghost!"

Indeed, his ghost bared its fangs and claws, brimming with murderous intent.

"Mine is called the Qi-Devouring Ghost—it feeds on the qi of heaven and earth, and can travel between earth veins," Meng Meng Wu You also succeeded; her ghost was not nearly so violent, instead appearing calm and balanced.

"Shall we continue?" Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing asked with a smile.

"Of course we continue!"

Thus, a host of ghostly beings emerged.

Ox-Head Ghost, Horse-Face Ghost, Day-Wandering Soul, Night-Wandering Soul, Heavenly Calamity Soul, Blood-Drinking Ghost, Cursed Vengeance Ghost…

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing, Ming He, and Meng Wu You gave their ghosts names that were relatively normal.

Because they only created a small number of new ghosts; most ghost types were still modeled after those already existing in the various hells of the underworld.

Wang Chuan's naming style, however, was far more eccentric.

He named his endless batches of ghosts entirely at random.

For example: Wings of Death, The Sigh of the Nameless, Frost's Sorrow, Apostle of the Final Judgment.

What would they say when reporting their names if one day these ghosts became enforcers of the underworld?

"I am the Spirit of the Dark Night, the Shadow Dancer of the Void—Yan Jun has sent me to apprehend you!"

"The Apostle of the Final Judgment stands here—evil ghosts, do not flee!"

It was rather amusing to imagine.

So, as Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing continued creating ghosts, he drew partial inspiration from the virtual ghost tribes of the Spiritual Realm World.

He reproduced ghost types such as the Gluttonous Ghost, the Stingy Ghost, the Crybaby Ghost, the Joyful Ghost, the Unlucky Ghost, and others.

"Proper ghost officials with absurd names—surely, future underworld arrests will be quite entertaining!"

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing and the others created these ghosts for three reasons: first, to pull some souls ashore; second, to populate Ghost City with native inhabitants; third, to expand the foundation of Ghost Immortals.

Thus, they created a hundred and eight distinct ghost types, forming a vast ghost race.

Along the way, Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing also provided each ghost type with its own unique cultivation scripture.

Of course, there were also universal scriptures.

The Lord Lord Fengdu Edicts and the Ghost Immortal Codex.

One scripture followed the path of Ghost Deities, the other the path of Ghost Immortals.

Their cultivation methods differed, yet both led to the same ultimate goal: attaining the Dao Fruit.

Beyond these ashore ghosts, once the great transformation of the underworld is complete, countless Ghost Immortals and Ghost Deities from all worlds across the heavens will ascend to the underworld.

At that time, the underworld will become bustling.

"These are merely the first step."

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's gaze turned toward the Attack Hong Huang Earth: "When the Great Calamity begins, countless living beings and divine entities will perish—this will be the time for my underworld to 'save the dying and heal the wounded.'"

As for how exactly they would save the dying and heal the wounded…

Don't ask for details.

The underworld has its own methods of salvation.

No matter which clan you belonged to in life…

In death, you are all ghosts.

All fall under the jurisdiction of the Underworld Emperor.

And the treatment is excellent.

Land and housing allocated, jobs assigned, cultivation paths and promotion channels provided.

In short, even death becomes an ascent—a new way to live!

This underworld sounds terrifying, doesn't it?

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PS: Fun fact: The Xiao Xiao Xiao Qian Shi Jie in this novel is not merely a single small world. "Xiao" refers to its rank, "Xiao Xiao Qian" refers to quantity—it is a collection of at least a thousand small worlds. It could extend to millions, billions, or even trillions—all still counted as "Xiao Xiao Qian," so there is certainly ample space for countless ghosts.

The same applies to the Da Xiao Xiao Qian Shi Jie.

(End of Chapter)