In a mountain range somewhere in the Underworld:
Countless ghosts, descendants of ghost gods, human cultivators, evil creatures, and all manner of other bizarre beings were busy at work.
They opened passages, dug trenches, built turntables, and more.
Other ghosts rose into the air, laying tracks, altars, and other structures overhead.
Ghost gods sat among the mountains.
These ghost gods were taller than the mountain peaks.
Each plunged one hand into the void and the other into the earth.
The aerial tracks, altars, and other structures revolved behind their heads like rings, flowing around them like ribbons.
Enormous centipedes came hurtling from afar, trailing sparks.
They carried vast numbers of human cultivators from the Route Runners, spirit monsters, and even some evil beings from the Second-Layer World.
They traveled through the towering mountains, dropping off these Route Runner beings at designated points.
Then tiny beings flew out from the ghost gods and branded these Route Runner beings.
"Go, dig out stones!"
"Go, fill in the lakes!"
"Go, plant trees!"
"Go..."
Bam!
A large hand with eyes, legs, feet, and a mouth suddenly smashed a boulder and cursed, "Go fuck yourselves!"
"I came to the Present World to hunt down that traitor, my original body!"
"You bastards won't help me, and now you're ordering me around?"
"Do you really think being big means you can do whatever you want?"
Enraged, the monstrous hand shot into the air, ready to flee.
But a strand of hair dropped from the head of a ghost god entrenched among the mountains, lashing the monstrous hand like a whip.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The monstrous hand screamed under the lashes. "You bastards, I'm done playing with you!"
"I'm going to the Second-Layer World!"
Whoosh!
It soared up, trying to burrow into the Second-Layer World.
Space rippled like