Hundreds of years after the underworld was established, as the population of the Western Fantasy World increased rapidly, more and more souls entered the underworld.
Especially in recent years, with frequent wars and turmoil on the mainland, more and more people have died.
Those extraordinary beings with relatively powerful souls will be born with stronger souls than ordinary people after entering the underworld.
Some of them have been waiting on the Styx River for hundreds of years and have never been picked up by the ferryman. Some of them are struggling in the Styx River, trying to swim to the other side.
The longer you stay in the River Styx, you will gradually be synchronized with the rules of the underworld and become a part of the underworld.
In order not to be annihilated by the laws of the underworld, those powerful souls began to devour the souls of the weak in the River Styx to keep their own souls immortal.
This situation resulted in many powerful undead souls appearing in the River Styx, and some undead souls even reached the seventh level.
Whenever there are powerful dead souls who want to swim back from the River Styx to the other side, there will be messengers from the underworld wearing black robes and waving huge black scythes to destroy them and turn them into a part of the underworld.
When powerful dead souls resist entering the underworld with the help of special powers, they will also appear to harvest their souls.
The messenger of the underworld drags illusory shadows and wanders in the sky, maintaining the order of the entire underworld.
These messengers from the underworld were all priests of the Church of Hades during their lifetime, and were appointed as messengers from the underworld after death to help manage the underworld.
And as priests and dead souls from the Church of Hades continued to enter, the land of the underworld continued to expand.
In addition to the place where the Styx is located, there are countless vast areas used to fill hundreds of millions of dead souls.
Under the influence of the power of death, many creatures and plants unique to the underworld also appeared, such as various underworld beasts, flowers of the other side, etc.
Anmisiu remained very calm no matter when he passed through the gate of the underworld or took the boat of Charon, the ferryman of the underworld, to the judgment seat.
Because An Mixiu knew that he was summoned by Chen Luo and did not enter the underworld as a dead soul.
Only when he saw another ferryman, An Mixiu had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
He could feel that the man had Oliver's aura, but he disappeared in an instant, making him a little unsure whether the ferryman was actually Oliver.
At this time, some undead souls struggled to climb onto the ferry boat, but were driven away by an invisible force.
But as if they didn't know it was futile, they kept roaring in the Styx, and continued to try to climb up angrily. Even if they were driven down again and again, they still refused to give up.
"Get out of here!"
Charon roared angrily, and slapped the oar in his hand on the River Styx. Black waves swept away, sweeping across the River Styx. All the dead souls were immediately blasted out, and layer after layer they were blown away like garbage.
The Styx River suddenly became quiet, but in less than a moment, countless hands stretched out from the bottom of the river, struggling to pull it up to the side of the ship.
"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"
Green light suddenly flashed in Charon's eyes, and all the dead souls on the ship's side let out shrill wails and were instantly wiped out.
At this time, the River Styx was completely quiet, and no dead souls dared to approach the ferry boat anymore.
An Mixiu turned a blind eye to all this. He didn't make any move or speak, he just looked at the other ferryman from a distance.
"who is he?"
Charon noticed An Mixiu's gaze. He bowed slightly and said in a rather respectful tone, "Sir, I don't know."
An Mixiu frowned, but did not ask any more questions, because he knew that asking would be in vain.
As Charon's ferry docked on the other side, Anmisiu had no choice but to retract his gaze, stepped onto the other side, and walked toward the trial platform.
Countless messengers from the underworld were bowing to An Misiu along the way. They all obviously knew An Misiu's identity and knew that he might be the future master of the underworld.
Even the three six-winged dark angels on the trial stand stood up and watched An Misiu walk past the trial stand and head towards the Temple of Death at the back.
On the road leading to the Temple of Death, there are a large number of black flowers blooming, as well as countless special plants from the underworld.
An Mixiu looked at the scenery of the underworld and thought about the whole process after the dead soul he just saw entered the underworld.
An Mixiu understood that this was what Chen Luo wanted him to see, and this was probably the purpose of summoning him.
"Selection, baptism, and termination, are these three steps really fair?"
"The order of the underworld seems to be maintained by these underworld messengers. Can they maintain the operation of the underworld with such a small number?"
In the process of thinking, An Mixiu arrived at the door of the Death Temple unknowingly.
The buildings here are taller and more majestic than mortal temples, and the style also exudes a dark and weird flavor.
Each temple is divided into many layers, supported by huge pillars, and stacked one layer after another.
The ground was all paved with wide stone slabs, and after passing through temples one after another, Anmisiu finally arrived at the deepest temple, which was floating in the sky and located at the highest point.
In front of An Mixiu's eyes were stairs suspended in the air, leading to the palace at the top. Passing through them, one could see a large number of death messengers coming and going.
When An Mixiu arrived at the highest temple step by step and saw Chen Luo, his originally calm and wise eyes suddenly became excited.
In more than a hundred years, An Mixiu has experienced countless wars and life and death trials, and his state of mind has long become immovable. But at this moment when he saw Chen Luo, his emotions were immediately agitated and he could not control himself.
More than a hundred years ago, he was still an insignificant street beggar. At that time, he was only sixteen years old. It was Chen Luo who completely changed his destiny.
"Your Majesty, I finally see you again!"
With tears in his eyes, An Mixiu knelt at Chen Luo's feet, touched his head to the ground, and prostrated deeply.
Chen Luo looked at An Mixiu's vicissitudes and mature face. He couldn't help but sigh and waved An Mixiu to stand up from the ground.
"An Misiu, has the utopia you expected been established?"
Chen Luo still remembers what An Mixiu said when he asked what kind of world he wanted to build, "All good and evil will be rewarded, everyone's heart will be bright, the world will no longer be greedy for enjoyment, the weak will have dignity, and the strong will
There are restrictions.”
An Mixiu felt ashamed for a moment, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
"Your Majesty! I am too incompetent and did not do it!"
Chen Luo reached out and patted An Mixiu on the shoulder and said with a smile, "No, you did a good job and lived up to my instructions. You are still young and you still have enough time to fulfill your ambitions." (To be completed.)