Projection of the Heavens: I prove my immortality through slaughter.

Lin Xuan's psychological warfare tactics, like an invisible poison, seeped into the very marrow of the anti-rebel coalition.

The number of deserters is increasing, morale is low, and the once magnificent army is now showing signs of decline.

Although the three Nascent Soul giants used an iron fist to suppress the dissent, they could not prevent the people's hearts from turning against them. The entire coalition was like a volcano about to erupt, filled with oppression and unease.

However, Lin Xuan did not relax his guard in the slightest despite having the upper hand. He knew that while verbal intimidation and psychological warfare could weaken the enemy, the final decision on victory would still be based on absolute strength.

The three Nascent Soul cultivators and their core forces remain unharmed, still a sword hanging over their heads.

He needs a powerful force that truly belongs to the underworld, a force that is as responsive as his own arm, a mighty army that can fight alongside him to conquer the heavens and defend the order of reincarnation!

His gaze once again fell upon the core of the Primordial Netherworld—the ceaselessly flowing Yellow Springs, and the waiting area for the Six Paths of Reincarnation, especially the projection of the Asura Path.

There, countless powerful battle spirits, cleansed by the Yellow Springs, still retain their fighting spirit and murderous aura!

In their past lives, they were either soldiers who survived countless battles, brave and warlike races, or body cultivators with unwavering will... Although their past lives are gone, the fighting instinct and indomitable fighting spirit imprinted deep within their true spirits have not been erased. On the contrary, nourished by the aura of the Asura realm, they have become even purer and more intense!

These are excellent sources of soldiers!

"The cycle of reincarnation is orderly, and rewards and punishments are clear. Those who were brave and valiant in life, whose fighting spirit never faded, have another path to follow in my footsteps. With the weapons in their hands, they can defend the order of reincarnation and fight for... the path of the gods!"

Lin Xuan's grand will, like a divine decree, resounded deep within those restless and powerful battle spirits.

"Today, in the name of the Lord of Reincarnation, I hereby establish the Netherworld Legion!"

"Those who join the Legion will receive the blessings of the Netherworld, enjoy offerings of incense and faith, and forge a divine battle physique! Your unfulfilled fighting spirit from your previous life can continue here! Your beliefs in protection can be entrusted to the Netherworld!"

"Those who follow me in battle and obstruct the cycle of reincarnation, kill! Those who disrupt order, kill! Those who defy my path, kill!"

"Stop killing with killing, sustain war with war, and forge the unparalleled ferocity of our Netherworld! When we achieve our goal, you will all become divine generals of the Netherworld, living as long as heaven and earth, enjoying eternal glory!"

This alluring and domineering declaration instantly ignited all the eligible battle spirits! They were already tired of the long period of stagnation and waiting at the bottom of the Yellow Springs, and the fighting desire imprinted deep in their souls was completely aroused!

"War! War! War!"

"I am willing to follow the Lord and conquer the heavens!"

"I would gladly die ten thousand deaths to defend my underworld!"

Countless powerful battle intents surged into the sky, causing the Asura Path projection to shine brightly. Dark golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping those boiling battle souls!

Lin Xuan stood atop the Netherworld Palace, his hands forming a hand seal, drawing upon the primal power of the entire Netherworld, and further mobilizing the power of some of the merit treasure light and the Samsara Mark!

"Freeze!"

At his command, immense power transformed into countless gray-black divine chains, piercing into the true spirits of the battle souls that responded to the summons! These chains contained the purest laws of the netherworld, the aura of battle, and the "Legion Imprint" bestowed upon them by Lin Xuan!

With the infusion of power and the recognition of the laws, those battle spirits and true spirits began to undergo earth-shattering changes!

Their souls were no longer illusory, but rapidly solidified and expanded! The gray-black Netherworld Qi and the dark red Battle Qi intertwined, condensing on their bodies into standardized Netherworld Armor covered with mysterious runes! The armor was ferocious, covering their entire bodies, only revealing pairs of eyes burning with cold, ghostly soul fire.

In their hands, weapons condensed from pure soul power and baleful aura rapidly took shape—a massive Netherworld Battle Axe, a sharp Soul Blade Spear, a heavy Ghost Face Shield, Soul-Hooking Chains… Each piece exuded a chilling aura and a murderous intent that made one's heart tremble.

Their bodies also became tall and robust, generally exceeding three zhang in height. The leading general-like battle spirits even reached ten zhang in height, standing like small mountains, and their aura had reached the Nascent Soul level!

In the blink of an eye, a well-organized, menacing army of over ten thousand from the underworld took shape. The chilling aura permeated the entire underworld, and even the rushing Yellow Springs seemed to pause in its tracks!

These ten thousand Netherworld soldiers, even the weakest among them, were comparable to the late Golden Core stage. The centurions were all at the early Nascent Soul stage, and the chiliarchs had even reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage! The three legion commanders at the head of the legion had incredibly refined souls, surrounded by Netherworld laws, and possessed profound auras. They had already reached the late Nascent Soul stage and were even faintly touching the threshold of the Divine Transformation stage! They were selected and appointed by Lin Xuan from the earliest and most powerful ancient war souls who had joined him.

"Greetings, Lord!" The ten thousand ghosts fell silent, their voices like a cold wind from the deepest hell, carrying a metallic, grating quality, yet perfectly synchronized, filled with absolute loyalty and chilling intent!

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the nascent legion, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. With a thought, dozens of long, slender, jet-black ghostly bone ships, burning with eerie blue soul flames, formed from fragments of warships, stardust, and the very essence of the Netherworld, slowly rose into the air, hovering behind the legion. These bone ships would become the legion's transport vehicles and mobile fortresses.

"You are my sharpest blade, my strongest shield!" Lin Xuan's voice was cold and filled with supreme authority. "The legion is newly formed and needs a baptism of blood!" "Follow me into battle, and let the allied forces of the heavens, let those lackeys of the Celestial Court, witness what true... Netherworld might is!"

"Roar—!" Ten thousand ghosts roared, their fighting spirit boiling, and their baleful aura condensed into a tangible gray-black smoke that shot straight into the sky above the underworld!

The next moment, Lin Xuan waved his sleeve, and the barrier of the Netherworld opened up! He took the first step out, and behind him, ten thousand Netherworld soldiers, riding dozens of ghost bone boats, rushed out of the Netherworld Pure Land like a river bursting its banks, carrying endless death and icy aura, and attacked the demoralized and disorganized anti-rebel coalition army!

This time, Lin Xuan was no longer fighting alone. He possessed his own terrifying Netherworld Legion!

On the outskirts of the allied forces, a fleet composed of forces affiliated with the Xuanming Star Region was on patrol, their morale low and their hearts filled with unease. Suddenly, the void before them darkened as if stained with ink, and a biting, eerie wind howled in!

Then, they witnessed a sight they would never forget, a sight that would send chills down their spines—

The pitch-black ghostly bone ship, like a colossal beast from hell, silently tore through the air! Standing atop the bone ship were terrifying ghost soldiers, each several meters tall, clad in ferocious ghostly armor, their eyes burning with soul fire! They remained silent, only their overwhelming aura of malevolence and death crashing down like a tsunami!

"Ghosts...ghosts!!" "It's the army of the underworld! They've attacked!" "Run!!"

Terrified screams instantly shattered the silence of the starry sky. The patrol fleet offered almost no resistance, utterly collapsing under the terrifying visual and aura of the Netherworld Legion! The cultivators fled in panic, warships collided, and chaos reigned.

"Kill!" One of the three Netherworld Legion Commanders unleashed a chilling divine thought. The next moment, countless ghosts surged forth! Like a gray tide, they instantly engulfed the pitiful fleet. Netherworld battle axes tore through warship shields, soul-blading spears pierced cultivators' bodies, and soul-hooking chains dragged fleeing Nascent Souls from their forms… The battle was a completely one-sided massacre!

The ghostly soldiers of the underworld feel no pain, know no fear, cooperate perfectly, and can continuously draw power from the underworld! Their very existence is a devastating blow to the morale of the living!

In a short while, the patrol fleet was completely annihilated. The wreckage was dragged back to the underworld by the ghost bone boats like spoils of war. The souls of the cultivators inside were mercilessly extracted and thrown into the Yellow Springs to await judgment.

A resounding victory in their first battle! The Netherworld Legion's debut was marked by a clean and decisive massacre, announcing their arrival to all the heavens and the myriad realms!

The news reached the main force of the allied forces, further demoralizing their already low morale! "The Underworld... the Underworld actually has an army?" "Those ghosts... they're impossible to kill! They grow stronger with each battle!" "How can we fight like this? We can't even defeat his ghost soldiers!"

Panic completely overwhelmed the coalition forces.

Lin Xuan, standing atop the ghostly bone ship, surveyed the chaotic allied forces in the distance. His voice, icy cold, echoed through the endless void, reverberating once more across the starry sky:

"How dare you ants trespass upon my Netherworld!" "My ghostly soldiers can crush your rabble!" "This is the consequence of opposing Reincarnation!"

Wherever the Netherworld Legion's army marches, all spirits flee in terror!