Chapter 260 Major Overhaul of the Underlying Structure of the Netherworld

After Gu Qing left, the azure light rain above the Netherworld gradually dissipated.

But the oppressive force of Heaven, as if stamped deep within the soul, was permanently etched into this gloomy world.

Zhao Feng withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked again at the millions of souls on the road to the underworld who had finally resumed their flowing existence.

With the complete update of the underlying rules and logic of the Mirror of Retribution, the previously stagnant trial process has unleashed unprecedented efficiency. The surface of the ancient bronze mirror no longer shimmers with those contradictory red and gold lights, but instead, like a sophisticated supercomputer, coldly and precisely classifies souls at a rate of thousands per breath.

"Order all judges to immediately begin the distribution of resources according to the Dao Lord's decree."

Zhao Feng stepped onto the high platform of the Yama Palace, his dark gold imperial robes fluttering in the eerie wind. He drew the Yama Emperor's Sword from his waist, its blade pointing directly at the six enormous Wheels of Reincarnation in the depths of the Netherworld, which seemed to have existed since time immemorial.

"Today, I will reshape the Six Paths and rewrite the laws of reincarnation!"

One hundred thousand black-armored ghost soldiers responded with a thunderous roar, their voices shaking the nine netherworlds.

The first to be separated were the 30,000 human battle spirits who had devoured each other and whose soul power had surged during the riot.

They were forcibly escorted by the Yin soldiers to the square in front of the Yama's Palace. These souls still retained a strong aura of bloodlust, and the phantom images of their bio-engineered spiritual roots resembled ferocious tentacles.

"Wash away the karmic burdens remaining in their physical bodies, preserve their fighting instincts, and reshape their ghostly immortal forms."

At Zhao Feng's command, the Netherworld Origin floating above the Yama Palace transformed into a torrential downpour of black spiritual rain.

Black rain fell upon these battle spirits, hissing and corroding. The distorted obsessions brought about by their bio-engineered spiritual roots deep within their souls were forcibly erased, replaced by pure, ghostly yin energy. The tattered exoskeleton phantoms peeled away, revealing sets of standardized black lamellar armor and eerie blue soul-locking chains materializing out of thin air on their solidified soul bodies.

In the short span of an incense stick's time, thirty thousand brand-new black-armored Yin soldiers, exuding a chilling killing intent, lined up in perfect unison on the plaza. In life, they were the most ruthless hunters in the wasteland; in death, they became the sharpest blades maintaining this massive cycle of reincarnation.

Having solved the problem of expanding law enforcement capabilities, Zhao Feng turned his attention to the most troublesome issue: the cycle of reincarnation.

The cycle of reincarnation has existed since ancient times, but the operating logic of the old era was "complete whitewashing." The deceased drank Meng Po's soup, erasing all past events and allowing them to be reincarnated cleanly.

However, in the context of cultivating immortality in a wasteland, this kind of "cleanliness" is a huge waste of resources for the evolution of civilization.

"Send word to the Bridge of Helplessness to change the recipe for Meng Po's soup."

Looking at the Wheel of Humanity radiating a gentle white light, Zhao Feng slowly issued the decree to alter the laws of reincarnation.

"From today onward, the Meng Po soup will only wash away the specific memories and pain of the deceased souls in their previous lives, but it must preserve the 'tenacity of will' and 'affinity for spiritual energy' that they have honed in the battles of the wasteland. These qualities will serve as the foundation of their souls, and they will be sent into the cycle of human reincarnation along with them."

Judge Wen was startled and immediately accepted the order.

When the first batch of "optimized" ordinary wandering souls leaped into the huge white wheel of humanity, Zhao Feng seemed to be able to penetrate the barrier between the two worlds and see into the various fortress cities of the mortal realm.

Countless newborns are about to be born. And these babies will be born with a physique far superior to that of ordinary people in the old era, and even have an extremely high sensitivity to spiritual energy. They are born warriors, the next generation of even more perfect "cultivators".

Humanitarianism has been forcibly transformed into an assembly line for purifying and optimizing the genetic makeup of soldiers.

"Next, we have the whetstones prepared for humankind."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the 20,000 high-level demonic beast remnants surrounded by heavy Yin soldiers on the other side of the square.

These remnant souls of demonic beasts had devoured countless souls of their own kind and humans during the recent riot. Their massive forms, like mountains, and the ferocity and bloodlust in their eyes almost solidified into tangible demonic flames. If not for the oppressive power of the Ten Kings of Hell, they could have easily erupted again and attacked people.

Zhao Feng walked to the huge wheel that emitted a dark red light, representing the "Animal Realm". In the past, this wheel was only responsible for the reincarnation of ordinary birds and beasts, and what were reborn were just pigs, sheep, dogs and horses without any intelligence.

But now, it needs a complete overhaul.

"Throw all 20,000 high-level demon souls into the eye of the Beast Path Formation!" Zhao Feng shouted sternly.

The ghost soldiers immediately brandished their soul-striking whips, driving the horde of raging demon souls like pigs towards the dark red vortex.

"roar--!"

The demonic souls let out extremely mournful roars filled with endless resentment, and were drawn into the depths of the vortex by an irresistible suction force.

Instead of being directly reincarnated, they were cruelly pulverized into the purest "violent origin" and "seed of demonic energy," which were then forged into the core of the animal realm's wheel.

With these 20,000 high-level demon souls as the driving force, the operating logic of the Animal Path underwent an extremely terrifying change.

From this moment on, all ordinary demon beast souls returning to the mortal realm through this passage will be forcibly tainted with a trace of the ferocity and bloodthirsty instincts of those 20,000 mutated demon kings when passing through the array's core.

When they are reborn in the mountains of western Hunan, in the Amazon rainforest, and deep in the Kunlun Mountains, they will no longer be ordinary wild beasts. What they bring from the womb is an extreme hatred for humans and an extremely strong evolutionary desire to devour metal and flesh.

Humanity is refining warriors, while the animalistic way is mass-producing monsters.

The cycle of the old era taught all beings to be peaceful.

In this new era of reincarnation, humanity is refining warriors, while the animal realm is mass-producing monsters.

Zhao Feng stood on the high platform, watching the two enormous wheel of reincarnation, one white and one red, slowly rotate in the depths of the netherworld, emitting a deep rumble like the breath of an ancient behemoth.

Millions of souls are being sorted, recycled, and reshaped in an efficient and ruthless manner, and then continuously transported back to the world of the living.

This is a perfect closed loop.

Earth, this once insignificant blue planet on the edge of the universe, was completely merged into the mortal realm and the underworld by the hands of the Daoist Master of Kunlun.

Life and death are no longer the end, but a never-ending production line. All of humanity and all of the demon race are forced to burn every drop of their blood and bone within this planetary engine called "Six Paths of Reincarnation," propelling the energy level of the entire civilization toward an extremely high dimension.

"This is your plan..."

Zhao Feng sheathed his Emperor's Sword and looked at the empty Yellow Springs Road, the chill in his heart growing stronger.

He finally understood that Gu Qing didn't care how many people died in the mortal world, nor how crowded the underworld was. All he wanted was to turn Earth into a cosmic-level arms factory that could continuously produce the "strongest weapons."

In preparation for the great cosmic calamity that even the Dao Lord fears in the future, all living beings on Earth have long been reduced to resources and consumables that can be manipulated at will.

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