Although it was slightly different from what he had imagined, Bai Zhi felt that this trip to the Underworld had been fairly successful.
After bidding farewell to the Pink Haired Girl by the stone platform, Bai Zhi took the little boat back the way he had come.
Actually, as the Yin Emperor who ruled over the Underworld, he had no need to spend so much time traveling. But for one thing, the Book of Life and Death was not in his hands, and for another, the World Contract was being used to suppress the passage leading to Hell, so the authority he could wield was actually quite limited.
—If he wanted to truly reclaim the authority the Yin Emperor once possessed, he would at least need to resolve the problem of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
During the few hours he spent sailing back, Bai Zhi also tested the specific effects of the two traits, [Black Sun] and [Gather and Scatter].
Perhaps because his current profession rating was too low, neither trait was particularly powerful. For example, with [Black Sun], the hottest flame he could currently produce was only a few hundred degrees.
"...Maybe I won't need fire when I barbecue in the future?"
Looking at the flames rising from his palm, Bai Zhi's expression could not help but turn rather strange.
Since this was his first time using it, he was quite unskilled at controlling the flames. The moment his concentration slackened, the orange-red flame rising from his palm swiftly dissipated.
"Just like [Ghost Domain], I can only improve through practice."
Looking at the few dim sparks left in his hand, Bai Zhi shook his head slightly and extinguished them all.
When he had first taken control of [Ghost Domain], things had been even worse than they were now.