Wang Quan performed a ritual to enter the Underworld:
He mounted the platform, waved a command flag, and chanted in Dao Language.
The two female cultivators, Officiant and Dream, stood beside him holding lanterns, illuminating every direction.
Other Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Drowning Dao Lower Court also stood guard around the altar, holding special ritual implements such as fishing nets, wheels, sabers and shields, birdlime poles, lassos, bronze gongs, and large drums.
Wang Quan's methods of entering and leaving the Underworld were now more refined than they had been back then.
Over the past few months, he had studied and mastered over ten thousand kinds of Foundation Establishment spells, rituals, and knowledge of Feng Shui and other subjects.
Combining these many methods had greatly enriched his foundation.
Whoosh!
He breathed a mouthful of Dharma Power onto an oil lamp beside him.
Whoosh!
The oil lamp burned, transforming into a red lotus.
The lotus rotated, reflecting the Underworld.
In an instant, Officiant and the others saw the Underworld.
In their eyes, the Underworld of the Far Western Land was not desolate at all. On the contrary, it was exceptionally prosperous and bustling:
Enormous cities floated in the air, stood upon the earth, or drifted along the Stellar River.
Chains linked the many cities together; the cities themselves were constantly changing.
Sometimes cities merged into larger ones; sometimes they split into smaller ones and went their separate ways.
Within the cities were smaller cities, or rather buildings such as manors, floating and revolving around the great cities.
Looking down from high above, one would discover that these cities stretched as far as the eye could see, without end, like a river of stars.
At that moment, Wang Quan leaped into the flaming lotus.
The next instant, he appeared in the Underworld: