The King of the Sixth Hall watched the souls of the cultivators enter the Underworld, filing in an orderly fashion toward the Bridge of Helplessness. By the bridge, each drank a bowl of Meng Po's soup before striding boldly into their respective reincarnations.
As he was on duty today to keep order, any cultivator whose soul hadn't self-detonated had been successfully gathered by the ghost guards. Their souls were unusually dense, so ordinary mortal souls didn't dare come anywhere near them.
The Underworld also feared that cultivators might harbor resentment and riot, making the situation difficult to control. Therefore, ever since the war on the Lingyun Continent began, the Kings of the Ten Halls had been taking turns on duty to handle any emergencies.
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