Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Gust after gust of Yin Wind howled.
Atop the stone statue of a ghost deity, Wang Quan surveyed his surroundings, searching for any living beings that might be there.
Yet wherever he looked, he saw no ghosts or monsters.
Thud!
Wang Quan stamped his foot.
A sound wave took physical form and swept outward.
Whoosh!
He spat a stream of Dharma Power onto the sound wave, using it to sense his surroundings.
One breath...
Three breaths...
Five breaths...
The sound wave dissipated, still without detecting any living beings.
"This spot looks good."
"With no living beings here, it's perfect for me to use my Underworld authority to take control of this place."
Wang Quan was delighted.
He intended to exercise his authority, take control of this place, and connect the First and Second Layers of the Underworld.
Only...
There were no buildings here. How could he connect the two layers of the Underworld?
For a moment, he felt somewhat lost.
But the next instant, a thought struck him. "If there are no buildings, I'll build one myself."
With that thought, he chanted incantations and opened his mouth, spitting out spell after spell.
The spells landed, swept up soil, rubble, and other debris into the air, and deposited them on the ghost deity statue's head.
He patted his Hundred-Treasure Pouch, and a case flew out.
He then patted the case, and paper figures flew out, landing and bursting into blue smoke before turning into muscular men.
The burly men landed and began building a house with a clatter and clang.
At the same time, beautiful women also came into being.
Scimitars in hand, these beauties dashed across the ghost deity statue and scattered in all directions like swallows, exploring meticulously.
Finally, he stamped his foot, and the Seventy-Two