Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 346 Opening the Underworld, Life and Death in Order
The creep covering the vast land of the planet gave rise to a vibrant and real spiritual field. It is not the collective will of the creep itself, but rather a vast ocean of psionic and magical energy born from the Creature Lord. It is a true dragon, more sublime than the Creature Lord itself as a magical entity.

It is formed by the convergence of the thoughts of millions of fungal beings, much like the massive amounts of data information carried by the internet. Its body is not electrons, but magical and psionic matter.

Compared to the Greenskin's psionic network, the Fungal Language network is more inclusive and peaceful, but also more naive and immature.

Lin Bo was not surprised by the appearance of this thing, because miracles happen all the time. When living beings in the world begin to accept the power of mycelium, it is destined that a collection of minds will be born.

"(In magical language) Hello."

"Your Majesty, Supreme Ruler, dear good man, may you also be well."

[Important Notice from the Network: An abnormal disturbance in the probability flow of fate has been detected. When you are in a specific area of ​​this plane, you will receive a permanent luck buff (↑↑↑)]

Whether it's magical energy or psionic energy, both have the effect of altering reality. Compared to the Destiny Dragons of Lin Boyuan's world, the Fungal Dragons can manipulate a much larger number of miraculous elements, and the phenomena they create will be more significant.

From then on, Lin Bo was no longer bothered by the evil winds, no longer drenched by rain, no longer scorched by the sun, and no longer subjected to the heat waves. Whenever he made a vow or took action, he received help from the unseen forces.

The mage thanked the Dragon of Fungus for its favor, as the lucky buff would at least speed up the alchemists' process of deciphering the mushroom oil.

Lin Bo had a brief conversation with the young dragon and learned that the souls of some dead creatures had remained in the Fungal Language Network and had not yet ascended to the heavens.

Most of them were beasts and birds in life, and a few were intelligent species. These souls linger vividly in the spiritual realm and can communicate with the fungal speakers. The living often meet and communicate with the dead.

A young girl and her tragically deceased mother, a middle-aged father who lost his son and his young child, a soldier's wife and a fallen soldier—they all reunite in the body of the Fungus Dragon in illusory spirit form, recounting their past stories.

In fact, a kingdom of the dead has been formed, and it is open to the outside world, without any taboos or rules.

Many living people who are reminiscing about their loved ones will remain in the virtual world for years, forgetting the passage of time in reality. They will gradually become emaciated, weak, and on the verge of death. If it weren't for the fungal carpet providing nutrients, they would truly follow the deceased.

Some dead souls have even attempted to infiltrate the bodies of the living, seizing their vibrant forms and causing chaos. Souls, now without bodies, wander aimlessly, weeping, unsure of what to do.

"This can't go on," Lin Bo sighed softly.

It's not without reason that most worlds with a magical background have something like the underworld.

A magically shaped soul is not like a fleeting electrical wave in a living brain. Death is not the end for a magical soul; the true end is the forgetting of all memories and emotions.

"(In magical language) Do you have a real name?" the mage asked the young fungal dragon.

"Indeed, I have a true name. The first pure white bird called the cradle that nurtured me by this name, and all the souls that have joined us since have recognized this name. It is my true name—[Azure Sea]."

The solemn and powerful dragon language resounded in the monk's ears. The pronunciation of this word was difficult, and its meaning had undergone complex changes.

The Azure Sea originally referred to the Bacterium Lord, but later, when all the spirits gathered and formed a vast ocean of spiritual energy, this spiritual aggregate regarded the title as its true name.

The mushroom master remains a mindless mushroom, and the azure sea is nurtured by the fungal carpet, but it has transcended the boundaries of a physical entity.

Lin Bo silently recited his true name, resonating his perception with this vast ocean, just as he controlled the computer universe, manipulating all the energy and soul of the azure sea.

When he created an avatar for himself and entered the azure sea, the first celestial body appeared in this primordial spiritual field where there was no time or space and no physical laws had ever been born. All wandering souls could feel its immense presence.

An irresistible spirit has descended.

Lin Bo looked around. This spiritual dimension was as clear and clean as the blue sky, and the air was like transparent liquid glass. Here, one could swim by moving one's hands and feet, or fly by thinking.

The spirits were like countless stars, each whispering its own thoughts in magical language, which fell into the mage's ears. He heard all the weeping for suffering, the laughter for reunion, the whispered prayers for faith, and the vows for the pursuit of power.

So he announced to all the spirits that the azure sea was about to close, and it was time to say a final goodbye to the departed.

This news caused a huge uproar. The stars shone painfully, pleading, screaming, and going mad. A strong sadness swept across the ocean, but these waves were easily calmed down and did not trigger any psionic riots in reality.

"Gods, why are you so heartless! Why are you so cruel!" The father, holding his deceased wife and children, cried out in tears, questioning the merciless gods and the will of Heaven.

"No, no, no! This can't be! I finally have the power to change my life!" The city beggars and rural serfs who had ventured into the path of psychic powers screamed and begged for mercy.

"I am not dead, I am still alive! The body inhabited by me is not me! Please, great you, do not abandon me!" The bewildered souls whose bodies were occupied wept bitterly.

The spirits of the azure sea wondered why the gods would bestow this spiritual paradise upon them, only to take it away once people had grown accustomed to it.

Lin Bo, who was sitting cross-legged in the forest, did not explain. He simply chanted the true name of the power in a low voice, placed his palms beside his ears to capture the tidal sound of dark energy, and then reached out and grabbed a wisp of invisible force field, which condensed into a glass bead in his palm.

The mage is creating a realm.

Through the resonance of words, he guided the magical and spiritual energy of the azure sea into the space-time created by the force field. Bright light floated up from the fungal carpet around him, like strands of silk ribbons, jellyfish tentacles, and drilled into the glass beads in his palm.

For the souls in the azure sea, everything began to tremble as if the end of the world had come, and the cries of anguish grew ever louder.

The majestic sun high in the sky cast rays of light, all of which coalesced into the shape of Lin Bo, illuminating the stars.

All the souls here witnessed the radiant saint approaching them.

The father, trembling as he tightly embraced the soul of his deceased loved one, saw a deity extend its palm and softly say to him, "Come. Come forward."

The grieving soul grasped the saint's palm and heard Him say: "You should live on, with all the pain, indifference and love, without chasing the illusion of death. Let them follow me, neither falling into emptiness nor falling into the clutches of evil. Then return to life and create the history that the departed could not create."

The saint fills the void with calm consolation and dispels the cold sorrow with the warmth of the soul.

So this father, and many other unfortunate people, let go of their attachments and watched their loved ones follow in the footsteps of the saint.

"No, God, I have no attachment to this world. My life is full of pain and no joy. Please take me away."

He neither consoles nor grants requests to the desperate; He simply wipes away their tears and departs with the souls of the departed.

The young, unfortunate victim was confused and unwilling to follow in Lin Bo's footsteps, so the monk silently chanted the true name of the mushroom master and shaped the mushroom into a chubby baby.

The little mushroom people led the children by the short hands on their stems, and they hopped and skipped away, disappearing from their parents' sight along with the saint's back.

The souls whose bodies had been possessed complained to Lin Bo. Following the sensations of the mycelium, Lin Bo found all the dead souls that had taken over the bodies of the living and captured them and brought them back to the Azure Sea.

“Holy one, is it not even permissible for me to occupy the body of an animal?” a cowardly soul pleaded for himself.

Lin Bo didn't answer, but simply put the innocent animal's soul back in its place.

The entire azure sea shrank into the glass bead in the mage's palm, and a dense ocean of magical energy and souls filled this realm.

The mage began to murmur softly, inscribing runes at the edge of the force field to create a barrier for the soul realm, a crystal wall that prevented outsiders from recklessly intruding.

As time goes by, the moon sets and the sun rises.

[Important reminder from the network: The current instance is about to close. Please leave the transmission channel immediately, otherwise you will be forced to die.]

[Countdown to copy closure: 300, 299...]

Lin Bo continued chanting the incantation.

【200, 199...】

Players began to leave, and the world chat was filled with farewell messages.

The mage suddenly opened his eyes and fired the bullet into the ground. It slid down rapidly, disappearing as if it were nothing, until it reached the dense and scorching star core, where it began to expand.

Rapid expansion.

An invisible membrane of light swept across the star's core, mantle, crust, land, and ocean, its edges overlapping with the roots of the fungal carpet. Fine hyphae clung tightly to the crystal walls, drilling into specific pores and wormholes, connecting with the azure sea within.

From then on, all life that dies on the fungal carpet will be guided by the mycelium, and their souls will travel to the realm deep within the earth.

Lin Bo lowered his eyes and silently observed his creation. A few seconds later, a dark purple spacetime tunnel opened behind him, and he turned and left.

The azure sea has vanished from the world.

Those who studied the path of psychic power were overjoyed to find that their power had not vanished. Some even sensed the spiritual sea of ​​the underworld deep within the earth.

Thus they learned that the magical world had never been destroyed, but was simply treasured by the gods.

(End of this chapter)