After Wang Quan stepped into the multicolored sphere of light, he felt the two worlds separate.
One world rose, and the other sank.
In an instant, he appeared on the Five-Colored Altar in the Present World.
Dimly, he saw the beings in the Underworld let out desperate wails. The giants eating snacks, in particular, waved frantically, trying to hold on to the five-colored light.
But ever since he stepped onto the altar, the five-colored light had begun to recede.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The fire pits went out, and the candle flames died.
Rustle!
Wang Quan put everything away.
At that moment, the river surged onward in an unending flow.
Standing on the riverbank, watching the rushing water, he suddenly gained a vague insight. "Perhaps the Underworld is like the Second-Layer World-both are connected to the Present World!"
"If I keep activating the Five-Colored Altar to connect to the Underworld, could this Five-Colored Altar become the sun in the Underworld?"
"As the years pass, could the beings and terrain of the Underworld change because of the Five-Colored Altar?"
"The altar provided by the Second-Layer World's safe zone really does seem interesting!"
A long while later, he returned to Riverside Mountain and released his Yang Spirit to carry out Dharma Refining, while his physical body went to find Ying Jiaren and continue studying Daoist Scriptures.
Over the years, his efficiency in studying Daoist Scriptures had grown lower and lower.
It had taken him five whole years to bring the number of volumes he had studied to 36,000.
And that was with his Scripture Reading +2 trait.
Without that trait, he probably would not even have managed 33,000 volumes.
He still had one reserve trait he had not used, and many times, he had wanted to use it.
But considering how far away