Wang Quan did not understand the great terror Wutian and Lian Wuji spoke of.
In his view, linking the Second Layer of the Underworld with the First Layer of the Underworld might cause some trouble, or even danger.
But so what?
Could even the most formidable great terror compare to the great terror seven hundred and ninety-five years from now?
If he backed down over a little danger now and abandoned linking the two layers of the Underworld, how would he survive the dynastic and epochal cataclysms in the future?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wang Quan breathed, drawing in and releasing Dharma Power as he prepared to face the great terror.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea...
The time it took an incense stick to burn...
An hour...
Crack!
A crisp sound rang out.
The house suffused with Underworld authority suddenly spewed a beam of white light that shot into the sky.
Wang Quan raised his head and looked toward the end of the beam.
There, the beam pierced the empty gray sky and vanished.
At the same time, Lian Wuji and Wutian also raised their heads to look toward the end of the beam.
Crash!
The beam burst apart, scattering points of light across the sky.
At that moment, Wang Quan felt everything around him blur briefly.
The next instant, he felt as though he had entered a different world.
The ghost god statues towering into the clouds were gone, the sinister sky was gone, and the gusts of bone-piercing yin wind had disappeared as well.
In their place were blue skies, white clouds, and all manner of unusual buildings, including pavilions and stone towers of varying heights.
The buildings here were exquisite and varied in style, vastly different from those of the Real World.
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