Hungry Ghost Hell

Inside the honeycomb.

The imprisoned undead.

They had not sacrificed their lives in resistance by deliberately stopping or reducing their intake of undead miasma and letting themselves slowly die.

The undead's blue soul fire remained extremely stable.

There were no intense emotional fluctuations at all, as though they had fallen asleep.

Yet their wills were undoubtedly active, for only a conscious, active will could absorb and convert undead miasma.

For a single undead!!

Simply enduring such inhumane oppression without taking its own life was already a miracle.

There were over a hundred million undead in the Undead Space now. Surely not every one of them possessed an inhuman ability to withstand pressure?

In truth, the undead's consciousnesses had long since left the Undead Space and entered an illusory realm.

The Undying Divine Kingdom was essentially a mental world, making it perfectly suited to creating illusions.

A mental illusion had no constraints of size. No matter how many undead entered, it would never become crowded.

Their bodies remained within the White-Bone Soul Banner, but their consciousnesses were in the Divine Kingdom's mental illusion.

"..."

The Undead Bigmouth Demon.

As a former king of the undead, he suddenly found his consciousness descending into the Undying Divine Kingdom.

The surroundings were harsh, with nothing but barren mountains, stagnant water, and white bones. A red sun hung overhead, and gusts of black wind swept through from time to time.

But compared with the unchanging Undead Space, at least there was a cycle of sun and moon, changing weather, and a humanoid body. Not having to stare at those damned bones all day was already a heavenly privilege.

Squeezing out soul power was one thing, but the undead's basic quality of life still mattered.

There was no need to cruelly confine their consciousnesses to cramped,