Gu Xi had only one assessment of the Netherworld before him: everything was fine, except the distances along the way fully embodied the traits of the undead.
They had no concept of time.
They simply did not care about time wasted on the road.
And now, Gu Xi had become the same way.
After spending around ten days, he finally led his army to the Wailing Wall.
His subordinates were utterly baffled by his actions.
"My lord, you could clearly have opened a Teleportation Gate and returned directly to the Living World. Why did you make a special trip to the Wailing Wall?"
Gu Xi, who was walking at a leisurely pace, replied calmly.
"Before reaching Blade Light Ridge, I had considered opening a Teleportation Gate to the Living World as soon as I recruited enough troops.
After all, it would not have mattered whether I went to the Wailing Wall or not.
But after hearing what that undead at Blade Light Ridge said, I felt that I still needed to come to the Wailing Wall."
"Why?" Rhine asked in confusion.
"Procedural reasons."
Gu Xi ultimately explained, "My previous plan was to go to the Living World through a Teleportation Gate, complete the mission, and then drag that kingdom into the Netherworld.
But after hearing what that undead said, I thought of a problem. Who said the Netherworld before us was the only one?
If I opened a Teleportation Gate out of the Netherworld and arrived in the Living World, then I would leave a root here in the Netherworld.
After all, Teleportation Gates go both ways.
You may not understand this, but that is the essence of it. Where you came from is where you will ultimately have to return.
Only by leaving through the Wailing Wall could I