A wooden boat was moving through the thick fog.
However, compared to the hard, dry planks they had ridden on before, this wooden boat was now hundreds of times more comfortable.
Since it did not affect anything, Bai Zhi let the boat do as it pleased. At the moment, he was going through the gains from his trip to the Underworld one by one.
To be honest, at first, he had only come to the Underworld to take a look and broaden his horizons. He had never expected that, through a series of twists and turns, he would end up becoming the Yin Emperor.
"The Underworld..."
Bai Zhi wore a thoughtful expression as he looked at the murky, yellowish river water around him.
The current Underworld was severely damaged. Yin Gods and yin officials were desperately scarce, and the entire Underworld had practically been flooded. Wooden Boats were the only means of travel.
Reviving this mess would require a terrifying amount of time and effort. Yet of the Former Yin Emperor's seven incarnations of the seven emotions, only three had awakened so far. Another was still trapped somewhere like hell, making it basically useless.
How could they possibly rebuild the Underworld from scratch when they had nothing?
What was more, the Shadow World would demand even more time and effort.
"Overall, we still lack people. If we want to rebuild the Underworld, we first need to establish the whole organizational structure..."
With his hands behind his head as he leaned against the side of the boat, Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes at the eternally unchanging gray sky overhead.
Class inheritance was not something only Players could obtain. Ordinary people could also gain a class if they met the requirements, but it was far more difficult for them than it was