After Hao Shuai finished giving Xin Shisi Niang some instructions, he turned around and saw Yan Chixia pull out an incense stick from who knew where and light it.
"Once we're ready, I'll use the Xuanyuan Divine Sword to split open the Yin-Yang realms. We'll have the time it takes this incense to burn to save that female ghost. If we're not back by dawn, she'll really be done for!" Yan Chixia said solemnly to Hao Shuai.
"I know." Hao Shuai nodded to show he understood, though in truth, he didn't care in the least.
The underworld belonged to the Netherworld, a realm unto itself. So, just like the human world, once Hao Shuai had been there, he should be able to come and go as he pleased.
Unless he ran into places in the underworld protected by barriers and seals.
After Hao Shuai responded, Yan Chixia handed him the incense. Then he took the sword case off his back and gave it a hard slap. The bronze-colored Xuanyuan Divine Sword sprang out.
Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, Yan Chixia chanted, "Prajnaparamita!"
Then he swung it hard at the empty space ahead. In an instant, a rift appeared in the air.
"Let's go!" Yan Chixia called, diving into the rift first.
Hao Shuai followed right behind him, unable to resist thinking with scorn, He cultivates a Daoist mind method, wields the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, and chants a Buddhist incantation. Yan Chixia really is something else.
The land was pitch-black and desolate, like a barren wasteland. Occasionally, a shadow drifted by in the distance, then continued on its way as if lost, until it vanished from sight.
Suddenly, the air warped, and a golden sword blade appeared out of nowhere. With a single slash through the emptiness, it opened a person-sized