After paying homage to the great sun, he paid homage to the moon, the stars, and even the four seasons, the twenty-four solar terms, all directions, and the mountains, rivers, and lakes.
After this round of worship, he discovered that the sun, moon, and stars, the four seasons, and the twenty-four solar terms were all scarlet, brimming with ill omen.
Ying Jiaren asked, "How does it feel?"
Wang Quan shook his head. "Quite bad!"
"It feels as though this world has already fallen into utter decay and died."
Ying Jiaren nodded. "I feel the same way."
"Do you think our worship can have any effect on the sun, moon, and stars, or on this world?"
Wang Quan smiled. "To this world, our worship is insignificant, like dust."
"But precisely because there are more people like us, small amounts can accumulate, grains of sand can build a tower, and change becomes possible."
"We can't change the overall tide, but we can change the ground beneath our feet."
"At least... that should be true here in the Lower Court."
Ying Jiaren nodded.
The other cultivators nearby nodded as well when they heard this. "You couldn't be more right, fellow Daoist."
"We'll go back and bring some Yin Spirit Cultivators in right away."
"If they enjoy the benefits, they must pay the price!"
"Sigh!"
A day later:
Some Yin Spirit Cultivators appeared cautiously.
They were ready to flee at any moment.
Yet as soon as they appeared in the Second-Layer World, they discovered that their Yin Spirits not only showed no signs of dissipating, but were not assailed by strange wind or fire either.
Instead, they felt extraordinarily comfortable.
Some cultivators with strong foundations could even clearly sense their Yin Spirits becoming more solid.
The speed matched the efficiency of honing their Yin