All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes-Chapter 1503 - 274: Calamity

Death came so abruptly, so swiftly, that most people hadn’t even realized they had become the deceased who needed to play the resurrection match - a moment ago they were still speaking harshly to An Jing, but the next moment, they found themselves here.

When their consciousness regained, they realized their feet were no longer on solid ground, their bodies floating lightly, in an incredible manner, looking down to see their bodies becoming half-transparent, and the surroundings no longer a blazing fiery sea of intimidating brightness, but... greyish and calm streets, somewhat terrifying in their tranquility.

Ghost Capital.

The deceased of Shenjing, especially those who died suddenly, their souls would not immediately dissipate, nor their True Spirit enter reincarnation, but would continue to reside in the Ghost Capital until their ’Heavenly Life’ is exhausted.

And after the ’Heavenly Life’ is exhausted, the incense fire sacrifices from descendants can extend their ’Netherworld Life’.

During the time of Heavenly Life and Netherworld Life, even if one is not a Martial Artist, without a Fate Pattern, relying on the Divine Capital Array and special Law, the souls of the deceased can still maintain self-awareness, and their memories do not dissipate, living like the living in Ghost Capital.

"Am I... am I dead?" A middle-aged fat man in brocade robe looked dazedly at his illusory palm and then at the other equally dazed souls around him.

"What happened? That light just now... what was that?"

"It feels... a bit warm?" A young woman felt uncertain and touched her arm, she had been shivering at home earlier, only felt a slight tremor, and the scene at home suddenly transformed into Ghost Capital.

After a brief chaos, some souls, especially those who were wealthy and often worshiped ancestors during their lifetimes, suddenly found their bodies becoming solid.

Wisps of smoke-like incense wishing power, flowing from the Ghost Capital, ’entwined’ on these souls, allowing their floating soul spirits to land on the ground, thus enabling them to move like ordinary people.

"Hahaha, I’ve always said worshiping ancestors is correct! If the ancestors can’t use it, I can use it myself!"

At this moment, the fat man in brocade robe laughed heartily, he was dragged back to his own home by his family’s incense wishing power, with furnishings identical to his real home.

"I was killed... that An Jing! Truly without conscience!"

Only now did some people slowly come to realize, when they were dragged back to their homes in Ghost Capital.

For a moment, they were both angry, gnashing their teeth, fearful yet somewhat relieved: "Fortunately, we are Shenjing people, with local real estate and long-term worship, even after death we have souls and Netherworld Life, a house to live in, different from the lowly people outside."

"No wonder they say even a dog wants to reincarnate in Shenjing!"

These people felt quite lucky, while maintaining a slight pride as they looked outside the window at those souls without the drag of incense.

Although those people were also Shenjing citizens, they either didn’t have money to worship ancestors or were here as migrant workers.

Here... even death is unequal.

Those outside, though also possessing Netherworld Life, their treatment is far less than theirs, Shenjing would indeed allocate residences for them, but it wouldn’t be their own places in reality, rather narrow solitary tablet positions, providing just enough to accommodate soul spirits.

"Alas, that custom-made Cloud Silk Cloud Robe! I haven’t had a chance to wear it yet! Damn it, it’s happening now of all times!" A noblewoman sighed, though her Ghost Capital residence was well-equipped, her worldly wealth couldn’t be completely brought over.

The neighbor beside her also sighed: "Yes, and the human puppet I recently acquired... it turned to ashes before I could play with it a few times."

"Still thinking about puppetry?" Someone frowned: "An Jing attacked Shenjing, isn’t it just because of you people insulting his Dao path recklessly!"

"Isn’t being alive good? Training live ones is enjoyable too, but you seek novelty, outside the Imperial Dynasty those Martial Artists are insane, you’re aware!"

"Alas, indeed." Had they been alive, someone would surely refute, but now dead, soul spirits drifting, lies hard to tell, some truly regretted: "If we knew using puppetry would lead to such consequences, we wouldn’t have done it."

"I always said puppetry wasn’t that useful, no need to be so aggressive, isn’t it ultimately just for fun, plenty of playthings, why play with others’ Heavenly Mandate pathways..."

"Zhang Lao’er how dare you speak, we were just playing, you actually imported puppetry as slave workers, causing a large group of people to lose jobs, you’re the real culprit!"

The person rebutted originally wanted to retort, but was too unaccustomed to the life after death, soul spirit thoughts spun, truth was spoken, face cruel but tone full of regret: "Yes, puppetry is actually quite delicate, unusable beyond certain temperature and time limits, people can be pushed further - I wanted to please Heavenly Sword Mountain, import more, for a Heavenly Mandate connection, who knew it would lead to this!"

"Ultimately, human labor is actually much cheaper, puppetry is very expensive, if only I had known it would attract Seven Fiend Tribulation..."

"Afraid of what! An Jing couldn’t possibly chase us into the Netherworld, could he?"

Some people reflected, albeit their reflections were far from the truth, at least they were reflecting, but Shenjing was vast, there were indeed some driven insane: "Even if he’s Seven Fiend Tribulation, he’s in the present world, he’ll be suppressed, we’re dead, and instead truly safe!"

"These Ghost Capital may be a bit dull, but at least we can finish Heavenly Life, Da Chen is ultimately Heavenly Ancestor, suppressing one Seven Fiend Tribulation is no problem, I see An Jing, his living may not be longer than ours!"