The giant's voice echoed.
Wang Quan grew interested.
The Black Hair Winds were utterly terrified.
They screamed, cursed, and tried to stop the giant.
Yet from within the black iceberg, the giant's voice still came:
"The last time was right around here."
"In my bloodline memories, living beings were fighting with magic here back then."
"One of them summoned it to descend and blast an enemy to death."
"Then that treasure fell deep into the earth and dropped into the Third Layer of the Underworld."
"Flower-Scatter Daoist, if you want to find that Magic Treasure, you must either summon it across the barrier between the second and Third Layers of the Underworld, or... enter the Third Layer of the Underworld yourself."
Hearing this, Wang Quan gave up on that black umbrella completely.
With his current strength, he was not yet capable of entering the Third Layer of the Underworld.
Besides, even if he entered the Third Layer of the Underworld, he might not find that black umbrella.
Heaven knew whether that black umbrella had fallen from the Third Layer into the Fourth Layer.
"Forget it. I'll come back once I'm stronger!"
With that thought, he stamped his foot, and the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust carried him into the air and whistled away.
Seeing him leave, the many Black Hair Winds immediately sighed in relief.
Some of the Black Hair Winds turned into great dragons, strangling and lashing the giant within the profound ice. "You dog, you've fallen this low, yet you still dare yammer away to outsiders?"
"Wouldn't it be better to save that strength and cling to your last breath? Why insist on meddling?"
Beneath the black ice, the giant said nothing.
One day... the Black Hair Winds grew larger.
Seeing that large numbers of Black Hair