The two vanished from where they stood, and when they reappeared, they had already arrived somewhere else. Who knew how vast a distance they had crossed?
This place was an enormous military camp. Grand structures built from gray stone stood throughout it, and countless ghost soldiers were stationed there, stretching beyond the eye could see.
Under the command of several generals, the ghost army drilled, their thunderous cries shaking the heavens and earth. The Soul Power within their bodies resonated, each of them gleaming with a dim blue radiance that formed a blue ocean, a magnificent sight to behold.
Such an army could play an enormous role anywhere in the Three Realms and Six Paths.
"Look, this is an army I raised. The underworld actually has much in common with the Yang Realm. Strife is unavoidable in both places, and many matters must be settled by force. Several Kings of Hell are my Old Foes, and we often go to war with one another," the Nine Hells King of Hell explained.
"A force of tigers and wolves, disciplined and well-trained. Your Majesty governs troops well," Fan Lang said.
"Ghosts differ from the living. They arrive carrying attachments from their previous lives, and sometimes their memories must be erased before they can serve with peace of mind. But some ghosts are unsuited to having their memories erased. It is better for them to retain them."
"Meng Po Soup."
"That's right. Meng Po Soup is specifically used to erase memories. There are many other things in the underworld with the same effect. I alone possess several kinds."
"Even after death, people cannot rest in peace. Those who wish to end everything through death will surely regret it once they arrive in the underworld. They had wanted complete liberation, only to come here