Daoist Two Ravens and the other descendants of ghosts and gods followed behind Wang Quan, their faces bruised and swollen, their heads hanging in dejection.
They passed through the main gate into the courtyard, where they saw little bridges over flowing water, lush grass, and orioles flitting about.
Pavilions and towers loomed in and out of view, and within the courtyard were still smaller courtyards.
The gatekeeper walked ahead, introducing each building and courtyard.
"Everyone living here is either a ghost or god, or one of their current-generation descendants."
"Although they share a courtyard with us, they belong to a different world."
They walked on, and after passing through a moon gate, an enormous garden appeared before them.
Then the gatekeeper led them into the garden. The moment Wang Quan entered, he discovered that his body was shrinking and the surrounding plants were growing larger.
The gatekeeper hurriedly explained, "Our standing isn't high enough. The beings admiring the garden's beauty don't want to see... beings of too low a standing."
"So whenever we pass through here, our bodies shrink."
"Also, if you encounter giants walking through the garden, never provoke them. If they stomp you to death, you really will have died for nothing."
Daoist Two Ravens gritted his teeth. "One day, I'll come here to admire the flowers openly and proudly!"
The gatekeeper sneered. "Forget this lifetime. You won't have a chance in your next life, or the one after that!"
Daoist Two Ravens...
Wang Quan did not join their discussion. Instead, he studied the plants around him.
After he shrank, these flowers and grasses looked like towering trees.
What was interesting was this:
He saw some Underworld beings on these plants.
These Underworld beings were like the tribal beings of the Real World; they gathered stems and leaves