(Sorry for today's late update, fellow Daoists.)
Just then, a thought flashed through Tang Changsheng's mind, and he asked, "What is Ghostwood produced in the Netherworld like? Could it be used to make paper?"
Wang Jinhai was overjoyed. "Mage, do you mean you have Ghostwood?"
Tang Changsheng thought of the Ghost Craftsmen in his Ghost Domain, turning out carts without pause. Then he thought of the hills beyond the Ghost Gate, covered everywhere with forests of clawing, snarling trees, and nodded despite himself.
"I've heard the Ghost Axe Sect makes its Paper Soldiers from that very material. They far surpass those of our Paper Opera Sect," Wang Jinhai said happily. "If you trust me, I could try looking into it!"
Tang Changsheng smiled easily. "That would be wonderful!"
To Tang Changsheng, a little Ghostwood was nothing.
By his reckoning, he had been in the modern world for about five or six days. Time did not flow at quite the same rate in the two worlds. Generally, the higher a world's energy level, the slower its time flowed.
Hence the saying: one day in heaven, one year among men!
What Tang Changsheng called the "Immortal Realm" was not an Immortal Realm in the true sense. But it brimmed with Spiritual Qi, and gods, Demons, and Immortals appeared there often. It could be called a high-energy world, where time flowed at least a third more slowly than in this one.
That was only what Tang Changsheng had observed over these past days. It might not be entirely accurate, but it was close enough.
By that reckoning, no more than a day or two had passed in the "Immortal Realm." Marquis Wu might not have fallen yet. If Tang Changsheng crossed over now, he might run straight into his hands.
*Looks like I'll