At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

The surrounding inhabitants of Paradise all spoke from the bottom of their hearts.

They are not destined to stay in Heaven forever. If they ever tire of it, they can take a train to the Underworld to have their memories wiped away and be reincarnated.

But no one is doing that yet.

At that moment, a gentle voice came.

"Joan of Arc, how can I say you've never been in Eden? Do you prefer to stay in Heaven rather than Eden?"

Everyone was stunned. In heaven, someone was actually calling out the name of a seraph and even mentioning the Garden of Eden. Immediately, everyone looked around.

Only angels of equal rank can directly call upon the holy name of an angel, or perhaps...

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment when she heard the voice, but then she was overjoyed and quickly looked over. She saw Saint-Louis, dressed like an ordinary person, walking towards her with a smile.

Joan of Arc hurriedly put away her violin, gently lifted her skirt with both hands, and bowed slightly: "My lord, you have actually come to Heaven in person, without even informing me to welcome you."

In front of others, especially the inhabitants of Paradise, she had to maintain proper etiquette; if it were just the two of them, she would have clung to Los Saint's arm.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding inhabitants of Paradise changed their expressions drastically. They immediately knelt down, grasped the cross hanging around their necks with both hands, closed their eyes, and silently recited holy blessings. Except for the innocent children, everyone was so excited that their faces turned red and they trembled.

Who else but God himself could be called "My Lord" by the Seraphim?

It was unbelievable that God had appeared before them.

Some of the most devout were so fanatical that they were moved to tears.

Newly deceased souls have weak bodies and do not shed tears, but as they spend more time in the underworld, their bodies will exist in a state between illusion and reality, and thus they will shed tears.

They longed to lift their heads and look up at the face of the Lord, but to look directly at God is blasphemy.

"What do you think of the paradise I have created, Joan of Arc?" Saint Los raised his hand and gently patted Joan of Arc's head as he asked.

"The most beautiful place in the world," Joan of Arc said sincerely. Although she went directly to Valhalla after her death and did not go to Heaven, her original world's Heaven must have been similar to this place.

Heaven, created by God, is undoubtedly the most beautiful place on earth.

“Haha, how about I make you the vice-ruler of this Heaven? Lucifer and Metatron are in the past, and you, Joan of Arc, are in the future.” Los Saint said with a smile, “Anyway, I want to delegate power directly to Heaven.”

"But don't be like Lucifer and go to hell."

Joan of Arc pouted upon hearing this: "How could I possibly go to hell?" She felt a little wronged. She was the most loyal to Los Saint, and she would never betray Lord Bouyère even if he betrayed her.

Moreover, Hell was only created less than a month ago, yet she could purify all the demons by releasing her holy light and divine power.

Moreover, the demons in hell are not the demons of her original world. The demons of this world are cleaners who punish and clean up the sins of evil people. They work quite hard, and basically all the filth and chaos of the underworld are left to them to deal with.

"I was just joking. You're one of my most capable assistants, so it's decided then. From now on, you'll be the vice-ruler of this paradise, the secretary of heaven, and the king of angels. All the angels born in this paradise will be under your command," Luo Sheng said with a smile.

"Yes, my lord, I will not betray your trust." Joan of Arc took the hands that were stroking her head in her hands and gently rubbed her cheeks with her palms.

“My God, you’re so beautiful.” A little girl’s head popped out from behind Joan of Arc, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Los Saint.

“You are very pretty too,” Luo Sheng said gently, patting the little girl’s head again.

At that moment, the entire heaven pulsated, and a faint, ethereal power sustained Joan of Arc, causing a golden cross to appear on her forehead.

Los Santos bound Heaven to her, allowing her to truly manage the entire Heaven from a rule-based perspective.

Heaven is small now, but it will expand and grow along with the underworld in the future.

In the future, once the underworld reaches a certain size, it will separate from Earth and become an independent dimension.

At that time, the underworld will be a super plane that connects the entire solar system.

Now that the underworld is as large as the Australian continent, it is already a plane, albeit a small one.

“My Heavenly Vice-Lord, you’d better work hard from now on. You’re practically an angel with a ‘country’ now,” Los Saint said jokingly.

Now, apart from Buyer, Medo, Baiyue Kui, and Tiamat, the gods are either the masters of an interface or the earthly rulers of a country.

The gods of his world finally began to flourish.

The Pantheon in Eden will be able to officially open once the entire world of Teyvat is conquered, and a council of the gods will be held every ten years.

Sitting on the highest throne, overlooking the gods of his own horde, the sense of pride must be overwhelming.

After saying this, Los Saint disappeared, leaving Joan of Arc with her cheeks slightly flushed from the teasing.

"He came and went again." Joan of Arc's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment. She wanted to spend more time with him, but Los Saint was busy with other things most of the time.

After a long while, the inhabitants of Heaven let out excited whispers.

They witnessed the oracle, and witnessed Joan of Arc being appointed as the vice-ruler of Heaven, the queen of angels.

Even in heaven, humans couldn't escape gossip, and soon all the residents of heaven knew about it.

The population of Paradise is not large at present, only about 200,000. Paradise, which is the size of two Taiwan islands, consists of only one city.

at the same time.

On the continent of the underworld.

The Underworld is divided into five major underworlds. The Eastern Underworld belongs to the civilization of East Asia, the Southern Underworld belongs to the civilization of the Middle East and Africa, the Western Underworld belongs to the civilization of Europe, and the Northern Underworld is more diverse, with elements from South America and Australia.

The Central Underworld is the domain under the free control of the Lord of the Underworld; she can accept the souls of the dead from whichever place she chooses.

In addition, another large island was born around the continent of the underworld. This island corresponds to the moon, and the souls of those who die on the moon will travel there by train.

At the very center of the Underworld continent, there stands the highest mountain in the entire Underworld.

The entire mountain was covered with colorful flowers and plants, with a magnificent palace complex on the summit and a huge city built around it at the foot of the mountain.

This city is no different from a modern city; you can even see the light rail in operation, and there are a few cars scattered on the wide streets, though the cars tend to be retro.

At this moment, a scribe from the underworld was carried away from the temple of the god of the underworld by his attendants. The scribe was still holding a pen in his hand and kept muttering, "Put me down! I'm still okay! I can still work! Don't try to steal my credit!"

"Sir, you should go and rest. You've been working overtime for a month, and your soul is practically transparent," the attendant complained, but his eyes were full of envy.

He wanted to work overtime, but he didn't have the talent for handling government affairs.

This is for Lord Ereshkigal to handle the affairs of the entire Underworld.

Lady Ereshkigal is the ruler of the underworld, far surpassing the ancient emperors. The governorship bestowed by Lady Ereshkigal is a divine position.

Currently, the highest divine position bestowed by Lord Ereshkigal is 'Governor of the Underworld,' the top official of the Underworld, equivalent to a seventh-order demigod. As long as the job is done well, it is easy to truly ascend to godhood and become a true god of the underworld.

Moreover, Lady Ereshkigal really does promote you as long as you work hard.

If you gave it to him, he'd rather shatter his soul than not work overtime.

Inside the Temple of the Underworld, the scribes were constantly processing the documents laid out before them, and more and more documents were being delivered.

These documents pertain to matters concerning those applying for reincarnation and various regions of the underworld.

In particular, applications for reincarnation must undergo extensive review before being allowed to have their memories erased for reincarnation.

Originally, there were only a few people, so Ellie handled everything by herself. But as the underworld grew larger and the number of dead increased, Ellie began to appoint priests to help her with miscellaneous tasks.

But she didn't slack off; she quietly reviewed the application documents in her private palace.

"Aaaaaah... There's so much, sob sob sob." The previously quiet approval documents, stamped with divine power, instantly collapsed in expression. She dropped the pen, buried her head in her hands, tears welling in her eyes, and sobbing.

"I don't even have time to go to Eden to find Los Saint, sob sob sob, when will I ever finish getting all the approvals done, sob sob sob."

Chapter 152: Extreme Danger Arrives, the Solar System is in Danger.

Aileshkigal choked back tears and buried her head in the piles of documents in front of her.

The underworld is incredibly busy, extremely busy. Every day, approximately 30,000 to 50,000 dead people come to the underworld. If something major happens in the mortal world, hundreds of thousands of souls may arrive in the underworld that day.

At the same time, the number of souls who want to be reincarnated every day is almost the same as the number of people who come to the underworld every day.

Currently, aside from Hell and Heaven, which are not under her direct jurisdiction, there are already more than ten million souls on the Underworld continent alone, a number she dares not even count.

At its peak, the number of souls in the underworld of Mesopotamia during the Age of Gods was only a little over a million, and even then, she was already incredibly busy.

Although she has now appointed thousands of priests to help her manage the five realms of the underworld, they have handled most of the affairs of the underworld in an orderly manner.

However, ultimately, granting permission for various documents still requires her own divine power and the rules governing the underworld; most importantly, she is indispensable.

Even if she only uses her divine power to stamp documents, she stamps them at least 20,000 to 30,000 times a day. Especially now that the underworld is constantly expanding, she needs to adjust the government affairs and construction orders in various parts of the underworld.

She works 24 hours a day now, and she hasn't stopped since she took over the underworld.

"Waaah..." As tears welled up in Ai Lei's eyes, she choked back sobs and rallied herself to tidy up the documents that had just been jumbled up.

"A large island has appeared on the western side of the Underworld Continent. The surface of the island is connected to the soul passage of the moon. The construction of the Moon Capital Underworld has been approved, but there is no suitable candidate to take over... To appoint a governor of a region, one must at least be at the fourth level in life."

The current rulers of the five underworlds were only third-tier transcendents in their previous lives. There was a severe shortage of people before, and the highest level of souls who went to the underworld in their previous lives was only third-tier, and there were only a few of them, so they were directly appointed.

These individuals are all extraordinary individuals from various regions of the mortal world. They are currently managing the affairs of the five major underworlds in an orderly manner, so they are allowed to continue serving as 'underworld rulers'.

They were simply riding the crest of the wave of the times; they had no choice but to take off.

However, even if one becomes a 'Governor of the Underworld', one's rank will not increase if one's moral character does not meet the required standards.

The divine office of 'Governor of the Underworld' will be held by anyone who is appointed to a seventh-order demigod, as is the rule of the Underworld.

If you want to continue to advance in rank, you must rely on yourself. Otherwise, if the other 'Underworld Governors' become true Underworld Gods while you remain stagnant, then Ereshkigal will have a reason to strip you of your divine office.

At this time, the core of the superhumans in the world have reached the third and fourth tiers, the top tier has reached the fifth tier, and there are even immortals from Teyvat who have reached the sixth or even seventh tier.

Therefore, Irene's standards became high.

"The city area of ​​the Eastern Underworld is nearing saturation. They've applied to me to build towns around the city. The Eastern Underworld receives the most new souls every day." Ai Lei muttered to herself as she stamped her seal with divine power.

The stamped documents vanished in a streak of gray light, and were delivered by divine power to the rulers of the various underworlds.

"A total of 34572 souls passed the review today. 167 souls have ordinary talents, and 2 souls have special talents." Ereshkigal looked at the documents in her hand, quickly wiped away the tears on her face, and retrieved some of the personal documents.

"Recently, there seems to be an increase in souls with special talents seeking reincarnation. Is this because Earth itself has ascended to a higher level?"

Souls that awaken their source potential during their lifetime have a certain probability of converting their awakened ability into talent, but it will certainly not be as strong as the original. It would be good if they could retain one percent of the effect, and most would only have one in a thousand.

Souls with this talent will have a higher starting point in their cultivation when they are reincarnated, and their talent will become stronger as they grow.

Such awakened abilities are called ordinary talents, slightly above the human average.

When a superhuman who has awakened a holy mark and can use elemental power dies, their soul will carry the affinity of the corresponding elemental power used in their lifetime, and may even carry their understanding of the application of elemental power.

The talent carried by this soul is a special talent.

In his next life, this talent will make him a 'genius' recognized by most people.

There is another situation, which is that of the fifth-order and above extraordinary beings, whose souls carry the crystallization of their beliefs and wishes after death.