At the entrance to the Ghost Mountains.
Qi Ming appeared there.
Unable to resolve the doubts in his heart, he chose to reenter the secular world. He even had his descendants arrange things like a Virtual Helmet so he could log into the game.
After experiencing the game's content, Qi Ming was stunned.
Although he had never been to the underworld, he strongly suspected that the game's scenes had been created based on the real underworld.
To uncover the truth, he instructed his grandson to investigate the mastermind behind the game.
Yet the results showed that the game's owner was merely an ordinary person with no background whatsoever. Everything seemed extremely strange.
As for the research team behind him, not a scrap of information had leaked out. Such airtight secrecy was baffling.
His grandson had originally planned to continue digging, but Qi Ming stopped him.
In his view, the game owner they had investigated was merely a front. There had to be an extremely terrifying cultivator behind him.
He even suspected that the possible Mastermind had reached the realm of traversing the Nine Nethers, capable of traveling between yin and yang—a being comparable to a Terrestrial Immortal.
He did not know why such a mighty expert would create a game like this, but as the inheritor of the Ghost Transport Dao, he was filled with curiosity about the underworld. No matter what, he had to explore it.
Thus, Qi Ming chose to fully reenter the secular world this time and settled down under his grandson's arrangements.
His grandson, however, was utterly dumbfounded.
After all, in his eyes, his grandfather had always been an unfathomable recluse, free as drifting clouds and wild cranes. Yet now, he stayed indoors every day playing games, to the point of never leaving the house.
He