Wang Quan, Ruo Jinghong, and the others worked together across the realms of life and death.
A quarter of an hour...
Half an hour...
An hour...
Crack!
A beam of light shot skyward from the Five-Colored Altar in the Underworld.
It pierced through the realms of Yin and Yang and landed on the Five-Colored Altar in the Real World.
The next instant, both Five-Colored Altars began to rotate, one forward and the other backward.
The beam linking the altars disappeared.
At that moment, Wang Quan had a feeling that, with a mere shift of thought, he could pass through this altar and instantly travel between the Real World and the Underworld, without preparing elaborate rituals anymore.
Whoosh!
Golden lotuses bloomed one after another.
Descendants of ghosts and gods walked out of them.
Only, the number that emerged was a little over a third fewer than the number that had entered.
When these descendants of ghosts and gods failed to see their familiar companions, their expressions changed slightly.
They immediately realized that those companions had died, their cultivation extinguished.
But... it did not matter, because they were still alive.
And they were living very well indeed.
For the moment they stepped out of the golden lotuses, they discovered that their bloodlines had become purer and their strength had increased substantially.
"Some of my companions died, but I became stronger!"
"Those companions must have nourished me with their lives."
"If... if all this is true, then I could bring some more companions over and have Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter release more golden lotuses."
"When that happens, could my bloodline keep improving?"
"Could I revert to my ancestral form?"
Daoist Two Ravens's eyes shone with golden light.
He casually pushed aside the reluctant gatekeeper and stared straight at Wang Quan. "Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter... could