Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 633: Splicing the World
Compared to the magical island full of fairy tale colors with singing birds and blooming flowers, the eternally dark underworld is filled with a depressing atmosphere. However, the dead will not have any objections to this. Even if they do, it is probably useless because the King of Hell is busy stamping his documents and has no time to listen.

The sky of the underworld is chaotic, and you can’t tell what’s there, let alone the sun, moon, and stars. If you stay there for too long, you’ll probably lose even the concept of time.

The gray-black earth was like a mixture of incense ash and bone ashes, without any vegetation and no vitality. In the cold wind, the ghostly translucent dust mist appeared and disappeared from time to time, like a distorted human face.

In fact, these are soul fragments, containing human memories and obsessions, but over time, they have gradually broken down and fallen off, leaving only confused souls wandering here until they are rounded up by sheepdog-like ghost warriors and sent to the underworld. After processing, they enter reincarnation and start a new life.

At this moment, cemeteries of all sizes are located like chess pieces around a majestic city, like attached towns, which in fact they are.

Some cemeteries are simple, with only shallow earth pits placed next to each other like capsule boards, making the most of the space. Ragged and skinny zombies, covered with straw mats, lie shoulder to shoulder inside.

Some cemeteries are better, at least there are thin-skinned coffins in the earth pits to sleep in, so you don't have to suffer from the cold wind, and there are also three or two incense sticks to eat in front of the coffins, a bit like the worker who returns to the low-rent housing after eating takeout and then lies down to die.

There are not many magnificent tombs, but just from the polished fine stone slabs, you can tell that the identity is extraordinary. There is also a thick layer of incense ash accumulated in front of the tomb, and you can even see a thin layer of incense covering the tomb. Obviously, this is the level of a luxury villa.

As a bell rang in the city, it was time for the zombies to go to work.

Zombies wearing large armor walked out of the magnificent tombs. When they were alive, they were at least high-level warriors with fiefs of thousands of stones. After death, they remained loyal to the Lord of Japan and led hundreds of thousands of zombies to contribute to the construction of the underworld.

Amid their roars, the zombies began to work, trying to repair the damage to their corpses using the dead energy.

The cheap zombies clumsily stood up from the pit, staggered into a corpse tide, and began to carry the materials needed for construction.

This requires absolutely no skill, so you can do it even without a brain.

Although the movements of the technician zombies are stiff, they at least have some brains, so they can complete some more detailed tasks, so they are responsible for more specific construction work.

The big armored zombie is in charge of management. He only needs to stand there majestically to make the zombies under him exert 100% of their motivation. No zombie dares to be lazy if they know what laziness is.

Thanks to the efforts of these zombies, the underworld, which was originally pieced together from broken fragments, became more and more complete and no longer looked like a pile of ruins.

However, the workload did not decrease at all. The new members, such as the Zhang Jiao brothers, Hua Xiong, and Sun Jian, were immediately thrown into the busy work without even a running-in period.

The Zhang Jue brothers were humble and eager to learn, and followed their uncle Jiu to familiarize themselves with the affairs of the underworld. It didn't take long for them to be able to take on the position of judge.

Hua Xiong and Sun Jian, the two enemies, each led a team of ghost soldiers to fight against the ghosts who were causing trouble. Although they couldn't help but glare at each other when they met, they didn't dare to take action.

The two men were not stupid. The place they were in had clearly told them that death was not the end. Not to mention that there was hell beneath the underworld, and they did not want to go in and experience it.

Yan Xu originally wanted to hold a meeting, but after thinking it over carefully, he decided not to.

It's embarrassing to just ask for people to be treated like slaves, and once a meeting is held, the issue of treatment has to be discussed.

Yan Xu didn't feel comfortable thinking about it. After all, he still had a little conscience, so he deliberately hid himself.

As long as others can't see him, he doesn't need to feel guilty about it, nor does he need to approve vacations or increase his salary. And with these people sharing the work, he is no longer so busy that he wants to die. Now at most he is living a life worse than death.

Yan Xu coughed lightly and came to hell silently.

At the very bottom of hell is Dong Zhuo, who is ten feet tall and looks like a mountain of flesh. His fat belly is cut open, and his thick intestines are exposed from the fat, and are lit like wicks. Countless evil spirits are swallowed by him, and then fall out of his flaming intestines. Both sides are suffering, but the cycle repeats endlessly.

Looking at the scene before him, Yan Xu felt neither sad nor happy, nor did he feel any pity, because Dong Zhuo deserved this treatment.

Arriving at the bottom of the small world of Japan, Yan Xu first sacrificed the Jiu Ning Ding to suppress the entire world, and then poured out the acquired turbid air.

These acquired turbid air were refined from the world fragments sent by the big one. Those fragments were not like the world fragments where Yan Xu was, which could still give birth to vitality. After being swallowed by the strange sea, they had already lost their vitality, leaving only the most original part.

After being refined into acquired turbid air, its quality was invisible but extremely heavy. When it was poured out, it was like adding counterweight or texture to the small world of Japan.

The speed of the several world fragments that had already been attracted suddenly increased and they were already at a very dangerous distance.

But Yan Xu was prepared. He waved the apricot yellow flag to disperse the acquired turbid air.

As the acquired turbid air spread and enveloped the small world of Japan, the speed of the approaching world fragments was reduced.

Yan Xu continued to wave the apricot yellow flag, adjusting the concentration of acquired turbid air, using it as a buffer and cement to glue together several fragments of the world that had been separated for who knows how many years.

But it was not enough, Yan Xu poured out more acquired turbid air from the Jiuning Cauldron to increase the concentration.

As the concentration continued to increase, the acquired turbid air began to transform into matter, filling the gaps between the fragments of the world.

Next, Yan Xu used all his methods to first smooth out the cracks, then sort out the disordered earth veins, and finally connect with the Tianxin consciousness to build a new system of laws.

Such an action caused too much noise, but fortunately, the Jiu Ning Ding suppressed it, so it was only a slight vibration and did not cause any major natural or man-made disasters.

No one knew how long had passed, but the pieced-together broken world finally stabilized. Yan Xu coldly disconnected Tian Xin's consciousness, and immediately traveled to the new Three Thousand Worlds.

Being connected to the Tianxin consciousness for a long time will suppress the human side of others and make them become more and more indifferent.

If we continue to stay there, the situation will definitely get worse.

Therefore, Yan Xu had bound himself with an oath before this, to disconnect immediately after the fusion was stable, and to travel to the new world as soon as possible, in order to prevent himself from connecting to Tianxin's consciousness again and being completely bound to that world.

The bronze door didn't care about all this and immediately teleported him to a new world and gave him a reward.

Although the reward this time is not as amazing as the first Dinghai Pearl, it should not be underestimated either. Even if Yan Xu, who was possessed by the god of death, did not cry, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)