When Wang Daoyuan hesitated to move forward, the old man asked, "Young friend, are you worried that I've set a trap to harm you?"
Wang Daoyuan did not deny it and answered openly, "That is indeed the case. To be frank, I've been tricked like this before and nearly failed to escape.
Once bitten by a snake, one fears well ropes for ten years.
What's more, that was in the Human World before. Now that I'm going to the Netherworld, I feel even less certain."
The old man sighed and took out a pitch-black token. "Fine. If I don't give you something, you won't trust me easily.
This is the token for entering and leaving the Netherworld Gate. I have only this one.
After you refine it, the Netherworld Gate will be under your control. You should be at ease now, shouldn't you?"
What Wang Daoyuan truly feared was that the Calamity-Conquering Formation Immortal had left some hidden move to deal with him. He did not care much about this formation.
No matter how powerful a formation was, there would always be flaws.
Even if the formation was too ingenious and he could not find a way to break it, he could continuously draw spiritual power out of it.
In any case, he had the Spirit Pearl, a bottomless pit that could hold however much spiritual power he drained.
There were very few formations that could withstand limitless spiritual power extraction.
Still, the old man giving him the token did provide an extra safeguard.
If the Calamity-Conquering Formation Immortal had truly left behind some sinister trick, he could simply use the Spirit Pearl and force his way through.
With that thought, he accepted the token. "Then I thank you, Senior."
As he spoke, he took the token.
Immortal power and