After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

PS: Chapter 82 has been stuck in the review process and can't be edited. It's very frustrating. I only mentioned some riots and things in the West and it got stuck.

As soon as the underworld was formed, the souls that had been floating in the void seemed to have found their home and rushed into it like madmen.

They were so densely packed that they looked just like bees swarming out of a hive.

Lin Ze stood high in the sky above the underworld, looking down at the dazed souls below, their faces still bearing the terror and ferocity of their impending death, and couldn't help but frown.

Over 90% of these souls are blond-haired, blue-eyed Westerners, with the remaining minority being Chinese.

There were also people from other countries, crammed together in a chaotic mess.

If we just leave it like that, it will soon dissipate into the world on its own, which is a complete waste.

"Let's build a framework based on the underworld in Chinese mythology."

Lin Ze stroked his chin, recalling the supernatural tales he had read before.

The Bridge of Helplessness, the River of Oblivion, the Ten Kings of Hell, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation all sound plausible, saving him the trouble of racking his brains for new concepts.

He directly instructed the Heavenly Dao: "Construct it according to the template of the Chinese Underworld. Make the Bridge of Helplessness, the River of Oblivion, and the Ten Kings of Hell."

[Model building in progress... Building complete.]

The efficiency of the Heavenly Net was astonishing; in less than three seconds, a blood-yellow river appeared on the gray earth.

The river water churned, and countless hideous ghostly figures could be seen floating in it.

A dilapidated stone bridge spans the river, with a large section missing from its structure and cracks covering the steps.

Across the bridge stood ten palaces, mostly collapsed, with shattered plaques scattered on the ground and pillars broken into pieces, resembling ancient ruins abandoned for tens of thousands of years.

Looking at the dilapidated state, Lin Ze nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, that's the feeling I want. Why make it so brand new? It's all just for show anyway."

He never intended to actually establish the Ten Kings of Hell to judge good and evil, nor did he intend to create the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The Kyushu Demiplane has only been open for a few months now, and there aren't many people in the Eastern Continent combined. Where would they find the time to do all this fancy stuff?

These things are just for show; the new souls that just entered are all confused anyway.

Seeing this scene, one would naturally assume that this is the legendary underworld, saving a lot of effort in appeasing the inhabitants.

"Now for the important stuff." Lin Ze clapped his hands, and several necromancy spell models he had previously extracted from the memories of the otherworldly mage flashed through his mind.

"These souls cannot be wasted."

He raised his hand, and countless complex runes emitting a faint glow flew out from his fingertips.

Following the connection of the Heavenly Dao Network, it was instantly engraved into the world laws of the entire Underworld.

"First, all souls entering the underworld have 70% of their original soul essence and memory fragments extracted and transformed into necromancy."

As Lin Ze inscribed the laws, he casually named this energy.

"From now on, this kind of energy will be called Yin energy."

[Law inscription in progress... Inscription complete. Yin energy conversion mechanism is now online.]

As the law took effect, the Western souls huddled together below instantly let out a silent scream.

Their bodies became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wisps of cold, grayish-black gas emanated from them; this was the Yin energy that had just been defined.

As soon as these yin energies appeared, they began to slowly nourish the entire earth and sky of the underworld.

The originally gray and hazy space became even more solid, and some black withered grass and crooked dead trees even began to grow on the ground.

A cold wind swept by, giving it a truly eerie feel, like the underworld.

"Then add an automatic conversion mechanism," Lin Ze continued to instruct.

"Don't let the remaining 30% of the soul essence dissipate. Keep it nurtured in yin energy, and when the time comes, it will directly transform into the dead, vengeful ghosts, or the like."

From now on, consider yourselves natives of the underworld and help me guard this place.

He couldn't be bothered to deal with each of these souls individually, since the Heavenly Dao Network, this super AI, was there.

Just leave these mechanical tasks to it; you only need to set the rules and be a hands-off manager.

It has to be said that creating the Heavenly Net was the best decision he ever made in his life.

It can do everything – expansion, stabilization, computation, engraving rules, resource allocation, it's practically amazing.

Automatic conversion mechanism has been set up.

After dealing with the transformation of ordinary souls, Lin Ze thought of the population problem again.

"Add a screening mechanism," Lin Ze said, stroking his chin.

"When new souls enter, their memories will be checked first. Those who have Chinese citizenship and have spent most of their lives in China will be included."

No matter how they died, don't extract their yin energy. Just erase their memories and send them to the Eastern Continent to be reincarnated as citizens of my Eastern Continent.

Although he wasn't an extreme nationalist, he was still Chinese, and on his own territory, he naturally prioritized his own people.

He paused, then looked at the densely packed Western souls, curled his lip, and spoke without a trace of pity:

"As for these Westerners, whether they are capitalists or ordinary people, good people or bad people."

Drain all of them from their source and transform them into yin energy to nourish the underworld.

Anyway, they fight to the death in real life, so if their deaths can contribute something to my world, then their deaths will have been worthwhile.

At this point, he suddenly recalled a historical anecdote he had read before and couldn't help but laugh:

"I remember when Genghis Khan was conquering the west, he decreed that any man taller than a cartwheel should be killed, while any child shorter than a cartwheel should be spared."

Eventually, someone got tired of the hassle and simply laid the wheels flat, not even sparing the children.

I'm not that cruel. How about this: for Western spirits, especially children under three, let's not drain their yin energy. Let's give them a chance to reincarnate."

Although he is now the creator god of this world, he has only been in that position for a few months.

He wasn't quite divine enough yet; he really couldn't bring himself to drain the life force of an infant from its swaddling clothes.

The soul selection mechanism has been set up.

The net of Heaven immediately began to operate, targeting the souls of Chinese people mixed in with the torrent of souls, as well as the souls of Western children under the age of three.

They were instantly selected, and after their memories were erased by the Heavenly Dao, they were directly sent to various parts of the Eastern Continent.

Waiting in line to be reincarnated.

The remaining Western souls, regardless of whether they were rich or beggars in life.

All of them were drained of their essence amidst silent screams, transforming into the yin energy that nourishes the underworld.

After dealing with the matter of the soul, Lin Ze frowned again.

Those Western children under the age of three, I hope they are reincarnated in the East.

The thought of a group of blond-haired, blue-eyed people speaking Chinese and cultivating immortality on the land of Dongzhou made him feel nauseous.

But he couldn't bear to let them just disappear like that.

"Damn, this is so troublesome," Lin Ze cursed, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Eastern Continent is prepared for the Chinese, can't I just open up another continent?"

Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the Heavenly Dao Network to further enhance its computing power in the western part of the Eastern Continent.

Across a boundless ocean, another continent, roughly the same size as the Eastern Continent, was carved out, complete with mountains, rivers, plains, and forests.

"From now on, this place will be called Xizhou." Lin Ze looked at the newly opened continent and nodded in satisfaction.

"Those Western children, and later, eligible Western children who die, will all be reincarnated here."

Having territory necessitates a corresponding cultivation system. Lin Ze had no interest in giving them cultivation techniques.

Cultivating immortality is the exclusive domain of the people of the Eastern Continent and China. Do these Westerners even deserve to cultivate immortality?

"Just throw the battle aura system and the bloodline mage system that we got from the other world at them."

Lin Ze made his decision without hesitation: "The battle qi system trains the physical body, making it fierce enough to fight, suitable for being a warrior."

The bloodline mage system involves fusing the bloodlines of magical beasts to gain spellcasting abilities, similar to the wizards in Western legends, which suits them quite well.

[Cultivation system deployment in progress... Deployment complete.]

"Oh right, there's also language." Lin Ze remembered another troublesome matter.

"All that English, French, German, Spanish, it's a jumbled mess, it's so annoying to listen to."

"Just set everyone in the Western Continent to speak Chinese to avoid future communication problems. I'm too lazy to bother creating a new language for them."

Simple and direct methods are always the easiest.

Finally, there's the backstory and pantheon.

Lin Ze's biggest annoyance is making up stories, like creation myths and legends of gods; just thinking about them gives him a headache.

"What kind of new pantheon is this?" Lin Ze scoffed, a brilliant idea suddenly popping into his head.

"Why don't we just reskin our mythology?"

Wasn't Shaohao Baidi named his officials after birds?

Their subordinates are all bird-bodied, human-faced priests. If this gets to them, wouldn't it be God and bird-man angels?

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, a total of eight, aren't they just the eight main gods of the Sumerian civilization?

The more he thought about it, the more sense it made, so he simply changed the transliterated names of the characters in Eastern mythology.

They slightly modified the settings, adding God, angels, Olympian gods, and Norse gods.

In fact, they are all characters from Eastern mythology, and even the legends and stories are some experiences of gods, only they were adapted and imagined by mortals themselves.

Anyway, there is only one extraordinary world in this world. He is the creator god, and his settings are the truth. Who dares to question it?

[The background setting and pantheon of the Western Continent have been completed.]

As the underworld automatically transformed the yin energy, Xizhou also began to receive reincarnated souls.

The entire world was developing in an orderly manner under the control of the Heavenly Dao Network. Lin Ze clapped his hands and stretched.