The living beings within the safe zone worshipped Wang Quan.
Wang Quan examined himself, found no changes, and thought nothing of it.
Outside the safe zone, however, the ghosts' expressions shifted slightly as they read Wang Quan's Legend description.
"This fellow isn't strong, yet he's a Legend Cultivator."
"Impressive."
"But... how does someone like him dare come to the Second Layer of the Underworld?"
"Isn't he afraid of dying here?"
In the eyes of ordinary living beings, Legend Cultivators like him were prodigies among prodigies, monsters among monsters.
Many living beings relied on having a cultivation realm one level, or even several levels, higher to hunt down such beings specifically.
The relationship between the Underworld and the mortal world was complicated. Many Underworld powerhouses secretly hunted the prodigies and monstrous talents who entered the Underworld.
This was especially true of beings from the second layer downward.
Some ghosts stirred restlessly, wanting to rush into the safe zone and kill Wang Quan.
But ghosts on friendly terms with them stopped them. "Idiots, don't go over there."
"There are lots of Ghost Gods inside."
"Those Ghost Gods normally don't dare leave the Manor, afraid our powerhouses here will kill them."
"But if we set foot inside, they'll definitely eat us as snacks."
"Oh, and those Ghost Gods are all bumpkins from the First Layer of the Underworld."
"Their foundations aren't as deep as ours. Eating us will deepen theirs."
Knowing how terrifying Ghost Gods were, the restless ghosts no longer dared set their sights on Wang Quan. They merely asked curiously, "How did a Legend Golden Core like him tame so many Ghost Gods?"
An old-timer sighed. "Someone like him must be the scion of someone powerful in the mortal world."
One ghost was puzzled. "This place has nothing but barren mountains