In the blink of an eye, several months passed.
Chen Changjun was lazily leaning on a giant throne.
His fingers gently tapped on the ferocious ghost head on the throne.
He frowned slightly.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
To him.
Now, the strength of the Netherworld had made great progress.
Twenty Ghost Grandmasters and two Black and White Impermanences of the Ghost Lord Realm joined the Soul Restraining Bureau.
The efficiency of capturing souls in the netherworld had greatly increased.
He did not need to worry too much.
From now on, he would have to face a thorny problem.
That was the ancestral true spirit that the various large factions supported!
What was an ancestor's true spirit?
That was the Yin Soul.
To put it nicely, it was the true spirit of the ancestors.
To put it bluntly, they were ghost cultivators that lingered after the death of the experts of the various large factions.
But they were different from wandering ghosts.
After they died, they still had the power behind them to worship them.
He could still focus on cultivating.
This phenomenon was very common in the entire Yuanyang Realm.
After all, those who could become experts when they were alive mostly had pretty good talent.
After death, becoming a ghost cultivator was naturally not much worse.
After cultivating for a while, he would have a pretty good strength.
They would become an existence with a foundation.
The various large factions were even more happy to see this happen. It was a common occurrence.
The entire cultivation world of the Song Kingdom was shouting and killing ghost cultivators.
That was only for wandering ghosts.
He was just bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Do you think they dare to attack the Netherworld?
Moreover, the Song Kingdom was just a small country in a remote place. It could only bully a group of wandering ghosts without any powerful ghost cultivators.
However, it had secretly worshipped countless ancestors of the royal family.
In some prosperous regions, there were even powerful ghost cultivators who established ghost kingdoms and ruled over millions of miles of rivers and mountains!
Chen Changjun had even heard some secrets about the Central Plains from Dan Chen.
It was said that one of the top forces in the Central Plains had declined.
The current sect leader had even fallen to the cultivation of a half-step Saint.
They were attacked by a large group of forces formed by their former enemies.
At the moment of life and death, they actually invited the Founding Ancestor, who had passed away many years ago, from the sect's ancestral hall!
The ancestor was only at the peak of the Saint Realm when he was alive. He died because his lifespan was exhausted.
He did not expect that after he died, he would turn into a ghost cultivator and advance instead of retreating. He had actually broken through the natural moat of the Saint Realm.
He broke through the shackles in one fell swoop.
He became an invincible Great Saint Realm ghost cultivator in an era where the King Realm did not appear.
With a flip of his palm, he slaughtered all the enemies.
And beat them until their souls were scattered.
This matter shocked the entire Central Plains.
The declining force had also borrowed the power of the Eminent Saint Stage Patriarch to return to its peak.
It might even be a level higher.
They were once again among the top forces.
Thinking of this, Chen Changjun's face turned ugly.
What the Netherworld hated the most was this kind of ghost cultivator who did not enter the jurisdiction of the Netherworld after death!
If you say you're dead, then so be it. After death, he would turn into a ghost cultivator and continue to stir up trouble. She yearned for the world. It severely destroyed the balance between the Yin and Yang worlds.
This made him extremely dissatisfied.
He secretly made up his mind.
As long as the Nether World was strong enough, he would capture the so-called Great Saint Realm ghost cultivator into the Nether World.
Let him know what the rules are.
What was the difference between yin and yang?
Not only that. He would not let go of any ghost cultivator.
He did not care about the matters of the Yang Realm, nor did he want to care.
However, as long as they were ghosts, they would be under the jurisdiction of the underworld.
Ghost King, Ghost Emperor!
I'll be judged in hell.
He would suffer the pain of reincarnation or the eighteen levels of hell.
No matter what faction it was, even if it was a Holy Land or a so-called Imperial Race.
Nothing could stop him.
Of course, it was still too far away to talk about this now.
Everything was built on the foundation of strength.
He pulled his thoughts back to the present.
He thought about the current power of the Netherworld.
After a few months of recuperation, the Inferno's strength had already increased greatly.
There were two Ghost Lord Realm experts and twenty-three Ghost Sect members. There are 118 ghost generals.
Among them, there were more than 3,000 Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Reapers at the Soul Capturing Envoy level.
And 20,000 ghost soldiers.
As for why the number of ghostly soldiers didn't increase, it was because Chen Changjun had eliminated the ghostly soldiers who weren't even at the Ghost Soldier Realm.
The rest were all elite Ghost Soldiers!
Before the rebirth of the underworld, there were hundreds of things to be done.
Chen Changjun naturally didn't reject anyone who was lacking people.
However, the present was no longer the past.
Now, the elite soldiers of the underworld were like rain, and the fierce generals were like clouds.
Naturally, they needed to strive for perfection. He eliminated some people who could not keep up with the expansion of Inferno.
In the netherworld, which could be said to be a paradise for ghosts, he had not even reached the realm of ghost soldiers after cultivating for so long.
Naturally, they could be said to be a bunch of trash.
As for the civil servants in the underworld, they did not need trash now.
However, Chen Changjun didn't treat them badly. They couldn't be ghost soldiers, but they could still be jailers.
After all, there were so many souls of the dead in the City of Vain Deaths. A little manpower would not be able to handle all of them. It was not enough at all.
There were not many souls imprisoned now, so he could not see anything for the time being.
And in the future, there would be more and more.
Not to mention the eighteen levels of hell that would be used to punish those who committed the most heinous crimes in the future.
Although he had not yet.
But there would definitely be one in the future.
Therefore, he had to make preparations in advance.
Thinking of this…
Chen Changjun stood with his hands behind his back.
His gaze was unhurried.
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