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Chapter 520 Underworld

The outcome was decided. With the Spirit King, the key cornerstone that held the world together, being devoured by Wes, the entire world's structure instantly collapsed irreversibly.

In Soul Society, the dwelling place of the Shinigami, the once solemn and dignified buildings began to show shocking cracks, and huge stones were peeling off one after another, as if an ancient giant was slowly disintegrating.

The eerie sky of Hueco Mundo cracked like a shattered mirror, emitting distorted light.

In the present world, skyscrapers in cities collapse like building blocks under the influence of an invisible force, and people on the streets flee in all directions, but cannot escape the sweeping wave of destruction.

Even the mysterious and terrifying hell is no longer peaceful; the raging flames of karma begin to spread uncontrollably, threatening to drag everything into an endless abyss.

The collapse was faster than anyone could have imagined, like a raging tsunami that swept everything away in an instant.

The Shinigami, caught in the midst of battle, hadn't even had a chance to unleash their Zanpakuto before their bodies began to uncontrollably split apart, transforming into the most basic spiritual particles that slowly drifted into the sky and were absorbed by the veil.

The Void beings were not spared either; their ferocious bodies rapidly disintegrated under the power of collapse, their mournful roars echoing in the air, yet unable to stop their own dissipation.

Even though the Quincy possessed unique powers, they could only watch helplessly as their bodies were disintegrated bit by bit, their eyes filled with despair and resentment.

"Oh my god~"

A death cried out in despair, its voice sounding so small and helpless amidst the chaos.

"hateful!"

A Quincy clenched his fists, trying to gather his strength to resist, but the powerful disintegrating force rendered his efforts futile.

Some people refuse to accept their fate and struggle with all their might, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope;

Faced with this irresistible destruction, some chose to give up, collapsing to the ground with empty eyes staring at the sky.

However, no matter how they reacted, it had no effect.

The entire world has been put on a death countdown, accelerating towards its end every second. Darkness gradually envelops everything, and all the past prosperity and strife will be completely erased, leaving only desolation and nothingness.

"I'm back!!"

With an excited shout, a group of wizards dressed in strange robes and holding magic wands appeared in the familiar Magic World Square.

Though their faces showed exhaustion, they couldn't hide their joy of victory, shouting loudly, "We've won again!"

They paid a heavy price for participating in the battle in another world.

Many wizards lost their lives in the brutal clashes.

But world war is no easy game, and every wizard was mentally prepared before joining the legion.

With the battle over, the follow-up work began in earnest.

The calculation of military merits and the distribution of rewards were carried out in an orderly manner, with experienced, fair and impartial specialists in charge.

They will carefully review each wizard's performance in battle and award them corresponding honors and rewards based on their contributions.

Weiss didn't bask in the joy of victory for long, because there were more important things waiting for him to accomplish.

Right now, what he needs to do is build his own underworld.

Wes stood in a chaotic void, his body surging with magical power and exuding an imposing aura. He slowly raised his index finger and gently drew it through the air, as if tearing open an invisible barrier.

An alternate dimension, subordinate to the main world, was forcibly created.

In this alternate dimension, chaotic energy permeated the air, and the space fluctuated violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.

For this alternate dimension to become a stable underworld, its spatial structure must first be stabilized.

Five enormous pillars slowly emerged from the void and shot rapidly toward five directions in the alternate dimension.

Five pillars were firmly inserted into the five corners of the alternate dimension, fixing each of the five directions.

The space, which had been fluctuating violently, gradually stabilized, like a raging wave being calmed down, becoming peaceful and profound.

These five pillars are pure white, like jade, and their surfaces are covered with complex and ancient runes.

It contains the soul power of Shinigami and wandering spirits collected from Soul Society, as well as the power of powerful Hollows in Hueco Mundo, and even some of the spiritual power of Quincy.

These soul powers, after being carefully refined and fused by Wes, became incredibly pure, with each strand containing immense energy.

These five pillars will become the core of the underworld, supporting the entire underworld's operation.

With them, the underworld will have a continuous supply of soul power, maintaining its stability and order.

Wes' hands moved rapidly, golden magic threads emanating from between his fingers.

These silk threads, like nimble snakes, meandered towards the five pillars.

The moment the silk thread touched the pillar, it was like roots penetrating fertile soil, clinging tightly to it and beginning to draw upon the pillar's spiritual power.

As the power of his soul was infused, the golden threads became even more dazzling, and the light flowed back along the threads to Wes's hands, enveloping them in a holy and mysterious glow.

Using this power, Wes began to build the foundation of the underworld—the earth.

He chanted obscure incantations and pressed his hands down sharply.

In the alternate dimension, countless black particles condensed from the void, colliding and merging with each other to gradually form a thick layer of black soil.

These soils are not ordinary soils; each grain contains a rich spiritual essence, carrying a repressed and profound texture.

The soil spread slowly outwards from the five pillars, dispelling the chaotic energy and making the space more stable.

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As the soil covered the ground, a strange texture began to appear on the surface. These textures, like ancient veins, connected the five pillars, forming a vast energy transmission network.

Weiss turned his gaze to the sky.

He raised his hands upwards, and a thick, inky black substance gathered in his palms.

As his gestures changed, the mass of matter rapidly expanded and stretched, transforming into a vast, boundless black canopy that slowly covered the entire alternate dimension.

Above the sky, countless stars shimmering with a ghostly blue light appeared out of thin air. These stars were not physical entities, but were formed from the power of souls. Their shimmering light was like the whispers of souls, bringing a mysterious and tranquil atmosphere to the underworld.

The edge of the canopy connects to the tops of the five pillars, forming a closed space to ensure that the energy of the underworld does not leak out.

After the heavens and earth were first established, Wes set about shaping the terrain of the underworld.

He manipulated magic, guiding the power of the soul to surge across the ground.

The ground began to rise and sink, mountains rose abruptly, and valleys sank deep into the earth.

The mountain range is composed of hard, black rocks embedded with glowing soul crystals, which make it shimmer with an eerie light in the darkness.

The canyon is deep and long, with a Styx River flowing at its bottom, emitting an eerie green light.

The River Styx is formed from the liquid form of soul power, and as it flows, it emits a low, mournful sound, as if countless souls are telling their stories.

The river meanders through the entire underworld, eventually converging into a vast lake at the center of the five pillars.

The lake's surface was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the twinkling blue stars in the sky.

To bring order to the underworld, Wes created messengers who guide souls—the spirits of the underworld.

He extracted some of the soul power from the five pillars and condensed it into semi-transparent humanoid spirits.

These spirits emanated a soft blue light, their facial features were blurred, and only a pair of eyes shimmered with an eerie glow.

The spirits flew around the five pillars, obeying Wes's commands.

Their task is to patrol various parts of the underworld, guide the recently deceased souls into the underworld, and send them to the appropriate areas.

With the last spectral created, Wes breathed a sigh of relief.

The underworld, centered around five pillars, is already taking shape.

(End of this chapter)