The second layer of the Underworld:
Wang Quan's Yang Spirit descended.
Under the ritual's effects, after descending into the second layer of the Underworld, he felt his Yang Spirit turn into a body of flesh and blood.
Dharma power welled up within him, and his cultivation realm manifested, as though his true body had descended.
The only difference was:
No new Yang Spirit was born within his purple mansion.
He moved his limbs, expelled streams of dharma power, and cast one anti-scrying spell and defensive spell after another. Only then did he feel a rare measure of peace before looking around.
Everything around him was gray and hazy. He saw no ghosts or monsters, no cities, not even birds or beasts.
More frightening still, he could not feel the slightest trace of wind.
In the first layer of the Underworld, yin wind gusted amid ghostly wails and wolfish howls. Even the most remote backwaters were extraordinarily lively.
But the second layer of the Underworld was deathly silent.
"Was this world dead?"
"Or... was I in some special area?"
He looked around again but still discovered nothing.
Bang!
He stamped his foot. Rocks exploded, dust flew, and vegetation snapped.
A short while later, the shattered rocks stopped rolling, and the swirling dust settled onto the ground.
Then deathly silence resumed.
Had he not seen sap flowing from the broken vegetation, had his probing spells not revealed that the plants were growing, he would have fled immediately.
This place was too bizarre.
"But it doesn't matter."
"I came here to find treasures."
With that thought, Wang Quan suppressed all his other thoughts and recited the incantation to summon his magic treasure again.
Bili-bili!
Jili-gulu!
Once the incantation ended, Wang Quan sensed the black umbrella magic treasure again.
Moreover, this time, the sensation