Chen Shi and Wen Wuyu walked, riding the wind and fluttering, with the lake and mountains of Tianchi beneath their feet. Although it was the Underworld, the scenery also had a rather wondrous charm of its own.
They could not fly too high; if they flew too high, they would easily be targeted by demons lurking in the darkness. Nor could they deviate from the path, as straying easily led them into the territories of other powerful lord-level ghosts and gods.
These were extremely dangerous entities within Yin Mountain, and a momentary lapse in concentration would cost them their lives. They would not care at all whether one was a kingdom lord.
"Is there really such a thing as immortals in this world?" With a lovely woman keeping him company, Chen Shi nonetheless fell into deep thought.
Immortals who fed on the wind and drank the dew, aloof and independent of the mortal world, existed only in the writings of literati and scholars, and no one had ever seen them.
Not even the Yang World had ever seen immortals; could such a thing as an immortal truly exist in a place like the Underworld?
Compared to these ethereal legends, Chen Shi felt that the woman in white living in the small temple was much more like an immortal.
She neither ate nor slept, and her body possessed an aura that made one feel refreshed and invigorated. Whenever she sat upon the divine shrine in the small temple, Chen Shi always felt a profound peace within his heart, and his cultivation also became incomparably pure.
Furthermore, she can pull out the evil energy within my body and slow down my evil transformation, Chen Shi thought to himself.
A few days prior, he had commissioned the Talisman Master Association of Red Mountain