The stag was already dead. It had breathed its last long ago, and its corpse was stiff as a board.
Yet the First Legion commander said she would bring it back to life to drink and make merry, then hang itself over a blast furnace to give off light and heat.
If she could pull that off, it would truly defy heaven.
The white elephant Spirit Monster kowtowed frantically in thanks.
Beside them, Ying Jiaren frowned. "The Spirit Monster has been dead for days. After its soul fell into the Underworld, it was probably worn away long ago, or turned into the lowest sort of Two-Legged Frog."
"How are you going to resurrect it?"
The First Legion commander laughed heartily. "The Underworld corresponding to the land beneath us was only just born. It's extremely barren."
"I went in there just the day before yesterday and saw the ghosts of cannon fodder who died before wandering around."
"Most of them still retained their appearance from life, as well as their memories."
"As long as we bring their ghosts back, we can naturally resurrect them."
Ying Jiaren nodded. "I see."
"I haven't entered the Underworld lately. I only knew it was desolate."
An idea struck the First Legion commander, and she said to Wang Quan, "Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, let me show you the Underworld of this Far Northern Land!"
"Though it's desolate and remote, it has a rugged, untamed beauty."
Wang Quan shook his head. Sitting upright with his legs crossed, he toyed with a crystal brain and smiled. "I'm not particularly interested in the Underworld."
The First Legion commander was rather disappointed.
She had wanted to enter the Underworld and display her abilities before Wang Quan, so this man would know that her skills were not poor in the least.
She