As the transit hub for souls from three thousand planes, the Spirit Realm was vast.
So vast that Qin Yan's little head could not possibly imagine it.
Each plane had its own zone.
Under normal circumstances, ghosts from one zone could not cross into another.
But Wen Boya had now become an auxiliary Underworld Enforcer.
She had quite a lot of merit, too, and for some reason, the faith she received had recently skyrocketed.
Wen Boya was no delicate flower who depended on a man, nor was she a housewife.
She did not know how to make money. Having Fu Rong earn money for the family was enough, but she liked spending it.
Wen Boya did not spend her money on luxury goods. Instead, she had established a foundation specifically for charity.
During her lifetime, she had donated large sums to animal protection associations, desert greening, and river management.
She had also funded roads and schools in mountainous regions, among other things.
Even after her death, her foundation was still managed by Old Master Fu and her eldest son, and it continued its charitable work.
With them watching over it, no one dared pocket the funds intended for charity.
So even after she reached the underworld, merit continued pouring into her body.
And because she had so much merit, the Underworld Enforcers here were all very courteous to her.
Fu Qinghuan had merit as well, but not as much as Wen Boya.
Besides, driven by resentment after her death, Wen Boya had chosen not to reincarnate and instead actively inquired about taking the Underworld Enforcer assessment.
She wanted to take revenge herself.
She met many of the requirements; only her cultivation was insufficient.
But she had offered many effective suggestions, which the underworld had adopted.
Thus, Wen Boya now counted