Qin Yi began focusing on the grand undertaking of creating a world within the painting.
Compared to the women at home, who were brimming with enthusiasm over it, Qin Yi himself had little interest in world creation itself.
What he truly wanted was to obtain a Netherworld Spirit from this, one that could help Meng Qingying.
Considering a path through the painted world was merely one option.
There was also the path of materializing one from books, or having Liusu and Yao Guang scan the myriad worlds for an abandoned netherworld.
They pursued multiple avenues at once, throwing their full effort into the netherworld strategy.
Yet no matter which path they took, none could be accomplished overnight. They all had to be studied gradually alongside the growth of their cultivation.
Fortunately, they had stolen ten years and had ample time.
Perhaps it would take many years before they could barely make any progress, but by then, Meng Qingying would only have spent half a night in the netherworld. There was still plenty of time.
Everyone believed Qin Yi had no need to rush. In cultivation, the more impatient one became, the more likely it was to become an obstacle.
Xi Yue and Ju Yunxiu even felt that Qin Yi's existence had overturned all ancient understanding.
Before this, whose cultivation had not been measured in thousands or tens of thousands of years? Yet how long had Qin Yi cultivated since he began? He had forcibly turned something that moved at a languid pace over ten thousand years into a race against every moment.
The Old Daoist Nun who had once set their hundred-year Huiyang agreement had lost even the underwear off her back.
Only by treating him as the Door Spirit could they find it a little easier to accept.
But