After Becoming a Ghost, I Relied on Incense to Create the Underworld

Spend ten thousand incense to create black and white, and violence sweeps everything Consume 100,000 incense to create a sea of blood in the underworld. If your soul is immortal, you can be reborn infinitely. Spend millions of incense to build the Palace of Ten Kings, and the tribe can accept the inheritance of any king of hell Empire? Ancient tribe? Immortal family? You are all shit, and you will all be trampled under the feet of the underworld. "I'm showing off my cards." "From now on, I am the Son of Heaven, in charge of the cycle of life and death in all heavens and realms. Who approves and who opposes?" Su Bai sat high in the depths of the underworld, looking at the countless ghost emperors under his feet, looking at the heavens and the worlds and said calmly.