The underworld had two kinds of official posts.
One was a proper post vested with divine authority; the other was an administrative post used for management.
After all, there were only so many divine offices in the underworld, while the number of people arriving through death every year was beyond count.
Even though the vast majority of souls were reincarnated directly each day, beginning another cycle of new life, quite a few still inevitably remained behind.
And that number remained at roughly ten percent each year.
Do not underestimate that ten percent. Earth, with a population of merely seven billion, saw more than 150,000 deaths every day—and that figure referred only to the human race. If every living being with a soul were included, how terrifying would the number be?
Not to mention the ancient Primordial World, where populations, great and small, vastly surpassed that figure.
With daily deaths in the trillions, a year amounted to 3.65 quadrillion. Even if only ten percent remained, that would still leave nearly 360 trillion people.
Although those holding divine offices in the underworld were all powerful, extraordinary beings with processing abilities ordinary people could scarcely imagine—
Faced with such an enormous number, they were still stretched thin, let alone when those numbers included powerful individual entities.
As long as they were intelligent beings, the troubles that appeared among humans—whether immortals or ghosts—could not avoid them either.
Personal connections, social obligations, patrons and backgrounds.
They could hardly have Fengdu's already limited Orthodox Gods handling such matters every day, could they?
Thus, administrative bodies similar to human imperial courts had come into being.
And the problem the Interception Sect had encountered this time was precisely this: someone from Longevity Palace had obtained an administrative post in Fengdu.
"In short, the problem isn't too serious."
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