This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come

These originally wandering souls came to the door of reincarnation, which was completely empty, and lingered, because...the door of reincarnation was not opened at all.

Until a year later, Yang Shou glanced at the entire prehistoric land, um, not a single soul was floating around.

At this time, somewhere in the southern region, the phantom of the Samsara Gate stood quietly between heaven and earth, and even the Heavenly Venerate could not see the existence of this door.

Because... this door is formed by the power of the soul, and it is Loki's peak performance in the way of the soul, and Honghuang's research on the way of the soul is too shallow, even if Tianzun has not studied it in depth, only the ancestors can vaguely Feel the door.

Spiritual consciousness is the advancement of spiritual power, and soul is the further advancement of divine consciousness. Although Tianzun is strong, more energy is placed on the study of the Dao.

Therefore, none of the three sacred places in the southern region noticed anything abnormal.

In front of the gate of reincarnation, thirty-two souls have gathered at this time and are communicating with each other.

"Huh? Didn't think we were still the same kind?"

"Can you hear the old man?"

"Where is this place? What is this door?"

"Where am I? Who am I? What am I going to do?"

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Souls communicated with each other. Because of the reincarnation gate, in the prehistoric times of Nuoda, most of them met for the first time.

Moreover, among the thirty-two souls, there are a few who have just died and have only become a soul state, so they are completely ignorant of everything.

They wandered for a long time, finally saw their own kind, and asked for advice enthusiastically, but they were told that they had become ghosts.

"After you become a ghost, you can't touch things in the world, people can't hear you, you can't touch anything, you can only continue to wait for death and die a second time."

The experienced "old ghosts" tell the new ghosts about their experiences.

"According to what this old man knows, we have existed for about a hundred years. Only cultivators who were in the realm of enlightenment during their lifetime are eligible to become ghosts, and this old man... has been a ghost for ninety-nine years."

"Ah? Then don't you have another year to die again?"

A newcomer said regretfully, while others asked various questions.

"Dare to ask the seniors, is it Wang Ling, a loose cultivator who died in battle against the Blood Sea Clan a hundred years ago?"

There was a new ghost, very young, looking at the oldest ghost, he couldn't help asking.

"Huh? I can't believe that after a hundred years, someone still remembers this old man?"

The old ghost, Wang Ling, stroked his beard and nodded.

Back then, when the Blood Sea Clan invaded an island, it was he who led the island cultivators to defend, and was eventually bitten to death by a huge Blood Sea Clan, with no bones left.

At that time, his soul state survived, and he thought he had accomplished some kind of magical power, but in the end he found that he could only live as a human being and a ghost.

Unable to touch anything in the world, these things seem to have completely exhausted their fate.

Then, he wandered around in the wild, and occasionally encountered a being just like him. After communicating with each other, he realized that to be in this state, he could only passively wait for death.

And they only have one hundred years to live. After one hundred years, they will completely dissipate and disappear into the world.

A person is not a person, and a ghost is not a ghost. In the end, he simply named himself a ghost and called himself an old ghost.

Just as they were communicating, a voice sounded.

"Boom!"

The door of reincarnation opened with a bang, and the souls who were lingering outside the door of reincarnation, who were always unwilling to leave, raised their heads one after another.

The old ghost Wang Ling also looked at the huge reincarnation door, and there was an irresistible attraction inside, attracting him forward.

"Maybe this is our new world?"

He thought so in his heart, because of the appearance of the Reincarnation Gate, he gathered many of his kind.

Soon, all thirty-two souls walked out of the gate of reincarnation and embarked on an endless road.

At the moment of shuttling through the door of reincarnation, without exception, most of the thirty-two souls dissipated, and they were all dimmed, walking on this road with no end in sight.

"Senior Wang, where is this place?"

There are many newcomers around Wang Ling, even if Wang Ling has passed through the consumption of traveling between the two worlds, his soul is sluggish, and it will dissipate in a short time.

But he didn't have the slightest worry or fear, he smiled and said to these juniors, "I don't know either, the breath here is very soft, maybe it's our final destination."

He took the lead and walked with thirty-one souls on the road of reception.

It was pitch-dark all around, but they were born to live with the night, and they were close to the darkness. Not one of them felt fear, but one by one felt inexplicably kind.

Especially walking on this endless road, they really had a sense of homecoming in their hearts.

On the reception stage, Yang Shou's phantom narrowed his eyes, watching Wang Ling lead the others towards him.

"The first batch of yin difference has fallen."

Looking at the thirty-two people, Yang Shou couldn't help laughing. They are the foundation of the future prosperity of the reincarnation world.

According to his assumption, the reception desk is responsible for guiding souls into the world of reincarnation, and after the reception desk is the real world of reincarnation, and an underworld needs to be established to help manage these souls.

In the underworld, there are always people working, and they are the first aborigines in the world of reincarnation.

But...the premise is that you have to be baptized by the light of death.

In order to create this world, Yang Shou also brought out the light of death.

"The light of death can not only cut off the cultivation base, but also cut off the memory. There is no need for Po Meng, but there must be someone in charge of it."

Yang Shou pondered and looked at Wang Ling, who took the lead. He already had a candidate.

He also investigated Wang Ling's identity before he was killed. He was killed by the Blood Sea Clan in order to protect the life of an island.

The nature is pure and kind. After the light of death has wiped away the memory of his life, he can completely control the light of death and form an underworld team.

While Yang Shou pondered, Wang Ling took the rest of his soul and walked the long road of receiving and leading, and came to the receiving and leading platform.

When they saw the first scene, they were horrified.

A huge phantom was suspended on the reception platform, holding a black heart in his hand, just glanced at it, all souls felt pain, and fell to the ground.

"Don't look, everyone, don't look at him!"

Wang Ling was the first to react, he quickly closed his eyes and shouted at the same time.

"This... this must be a great existence in this world, don't blaspheme him!"

He murmured, recalling the scene he saw just now, with lingering fears in his heart.

"He should have passed by here. I waited in his eyes as ants, whispered, and it will be all right soon."

Wang Ling gradually lowered his voice and said to the others.

As the oldest and most experienced person in the team, Wang Ling's words were quickly recognized by the others, and they all fell to the ground, not daring to look up.

They are waiting, waiting for this great being to leave.

"Wang Ling."

In the end, after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the voice of this great being to leave, but two words came.

The old ghost Wang Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, fell to the ground, and kowtowed with his head: "Unknown existence, are you looking for me?"

His voice was very careful, for fear that he would accidentally get annoyed at this existence that would give him a splitting headache and throbbing pain at a glance.

This unknown world and unknown road are telling him that it is very dangerous here.

"I am the master of reincarnation. I started the world of reincarnation and controlled all beings in the world. I need someone to manage it for me. Would you like to?"

Yang Shou's voice came, grand and majestic, full of irreversible and irreversible momentum.

Wang Ling's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that he had encountered such an opportunity, and it took him a long time to react.

"I am willing, I am willing, I am willing!"

Three in a row willing, Wang Ling said without any hesitation.

If he doesn't want to, he has at most one year to live, especially since he just passed through the gate of reincarnation, his body is weakened by most, and he will die soon.

"If I want to create an underworld, I need thirty people from the underworld, one Yama, and one judge, but I need to erase the memory of my past life. From then on, you and others will be people in the world of reincarnation, life and death, and only belong to the world of reincarnation!"

Yang Shou's voice continued, causing the rest of the souls except Wang Ling to be stunned.

After being stunned, everyone nodded.

The reincarnation world is a start-up, and as the first batch of souls, it can still have a career establishment...

"We will, we will..."

Everyone was nodding, but none of them dared to raise their heads, because they are now weak and unable to face the majesty of the Lord of Samsara.

Yang Shou nodded lightly and didn't speak any more. He was still waiting for Wang Ling's reply.

"Great Lord of Reincarnation, I...will."

Different from others, Wang Ling thought for a long time. He was thinking, should he abandon his past and start over.

In the ninety-nine years he has become a ghost, he has been wandering in the wilderness, coming into contact with all kinds of people and things, but he is powerless, unable to change anything at all~www.novelmt.com~ No one can hear him, no People can understand everything that has happened to him in the past ninety-nine years.

But now, there is a chance to start over...

With Wang Ling's consent, Yang Shou smiled: "Congratulations, you have become the first Yama. The way of heaven and earth, one drink and one peck, there is a certain number, you can lead all living beings, and you may be able to attain the seventh level in the future. ."

This world is derived from the power of faith of a saint. It has the foundation of the power of faith. In the future, the world of reincarnation will grow. As the first Yama, it is not impossible to prove the seventh level of Taoism.

"Thanks to the Lord of Reincarnation for his trust, I, Wang Ling, must be a good Yama, lead all beings in the world, and prosper the world of reincarnation!"

For Yang Shou's promotion, Wang Ling was very grateful. When he died, he could not only not die, but also be reborn. With his grateful character, he had silently made a promise to this unsightly shadow in his heart. .

Forget the past, life after life, only belong to the world of reincarnation!

"That's right, Da Shan."

Yang Shou nodded and smiled, urging the light of death to wipe away the past and all memories for everyone.

"From today onwards, you will start to form the underworld to attract all living beings."

After cutting off everyone's memory, Yang Shou handed the light of death to Wang Ling and told him how to activate it.

"This treasure can not only cut the memory of all living beings, but also cut the cultivation base, cut the lifespan, there is nothing that cannot be cut, and it can help you suppress the underworld."

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