Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

The second layer of the underworld:

The divine spirit of Wang Quanyang descends.

Under the influence of the ritual, after he descended to the second level of the underworld, he felt his Yang spirit transform into a flesh and blood body.

The magical power within his body surged, and his realm emerged, as if his true form had descended.

The only difference is:

No new Yang Gods were born within the Purple Palace.

He moved his limbs, spewing out streams of magical power, releasing anti-spying spells and defensive spells, before finally feeling a little at ease. Then he looked around.

The surroundings were shrouded in a gray haze, with no ghosts, no city in sight, and not even birds or beasts.

Even more terrifying, he couldn't feel a single breeze.

In the first level of the underworld, a chilling wind howled and ghosts wailed, making even the most remote and impoverished places unusually lively.

But in the second level of the underworld, there was only deathly silence.

"Is the world dead?"

"Or...am I in a special area?"

He looked around again, but still found nothing.

boom!

He stomped his foot, causing rocks to shatter, dust to fly, and vegetation to break.

After a short while, the shattered rocks stopped rolling, and the flying dust fell to the ground.

Then came deathly silence.

If he hadn't seen the broken plants oozing sap, and if he hadn't used magic to detect their growth, he would have run away immediately.

This place is too eerie.

"But it doesn't matter."

"I came here to find treasure."

With this in mind, Wang Quan suppressed all his thoughts and recited the incantation to summon the magical artifact once more.

Bilibili!

Girgh!

After the incantation ended, Wang Quan sensed the black umbrella magic weapon once again.

Moreover, this time the sensation was even clearer than the last time.

However... the magic weapon is still not in this underworld.

He summoned his magical artifact, but it remained unresponsive.

"Could the magic treasure be in the third level of the underworld?"

He looked down at his feet, then fell silent.

He can now come to the second level of the underworld, but he doesn't have the ability to descend to the third level.

Moreover, even if he had the ability to descend to the third level, he would not want to go, or rather—he dared not go.

call!call!call!

Wang Quan took a deep breath, suppressed his disappointment, and patted the treasure pouch.

call out!call out!

A five-colored earth altar emerged, and a large amount of ritual materials were discovered.

He took to the platform to perform rituals, initiating the ceremonies and burning incense to pray in all directions.

After a short while, the ritual began, and he was able to return to the first level of the underworld at any time. Only then did he recite the incantation again.

This time, however, the incantation was given to him by the beautiful woman with three heads and six arms.

The incantation is not very long, consisting of only a few hundred characters.

The first round consumed over 30,000 units of his magical power.

He hesitated for a moment, then began to recite it a second time.

After consuming more than 30,000 units of magical power, he stopped chanting incantations and instead released seventy-two streams of dust before taking to the air to explore the distance.

Having finally managed to reach the second level of the underworld, he naturally wanted to explore it.

If you find something of value, just go and loot it.

If there are no benefits and only danger, then run away.

In any case, the ritual to return to the first level of the underworld has already been initiated, and he can return at any time if he wishes.

Moreover, he also possesses a teleportation pearl.

This teleportation pearl also allows for instant teleportation and ensures safety.

What's more, he still has authority now.

He activated his privileges and discovered that both the [Drowning Dao Court] and the [Sky Patrol Treasure] could descend upon the second level of the Underworld in an instant and wreak havoc.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Quan dared to travel around and take a look at the situation in the second level of the underworld.

call out!

Seventy-two trails of smoke and dust rose into the air, carrying the royal power as it moved, leaving a long trail of smoke in the sky.

Baili...

Thousands of miles......

Ten thousand miles...

boom!

Wang Quan felt as if he had passed through a barrier.

The next moment, he felt a chilling wind and heard ghostly wails.

Although the biting wind made his internal organs tremble, and the howling of ghosts made his head buzz.

But at this moment, Wang Quan still smiled.

"As expected, there was a problem with that spot."

"This is the normal place."

He looked around and saw ghosts on the ground, birds in the sky, and strange beasts in the mountains and forests.

The world seemed to come alive before my eyes.

This dispelled all his unease.

He circled in the air for a while, locked onto a group of ghosts, and then descended into the dust.

On the ground, dozens of ghosts trembled and dug holes with heavy effort.

Soon, they dug a pit more than ten meters deep, and then dug a horizontal tunnel in the pit.

After a while, the group of ghosts crawled into the tunnel and then blocked the tunnel exit.

"It's finally warm."

A monster with a human body and a bird's head lay at the deepest part of the tunnel, chuckling, "Now I don't have to worry about being blown to death by the black-haired wind."

"Everyone, let's find a big city after this black-haired storm is over!"

"It is said that once you enter a big city, you will no longer have to fear the terrible weather of the black typhoon."

The other ghosts either nodded or shook their heads.

A ghost muttered, "I just escaped from a great city; it doesn't belong to us poor ghosts."

"In that place, you have to hand over ten coins every day just to survive."

"Without the green catnip money, life inside would be worse than death."

At this moment, royal power quietly descended upon them.

He looked around and asked curiously, "Why do large cities need Qingfu coins?"

A ghost muttered, "I don't know!"

"Anyway, the price of the green cicada is very high."

"Without the money from the green cicadas, we would have to cut off our own flesh every day just to survive inside."

Wang Quan's eyes darted around, and he asked again, "What is Black Hair Wind?"

"How come I've never heard of this before?"

Upon hearing this, all the ghosts and monsters turned to look at him.

Then the group of ghosts froze: "What kind of ghost are you? Why do you look so strange?"

Are you a deformed child?

"Why are your limbs so thin?"

"You have no hair, how can you withstand the cold wind?"

"You don't have claws or a sharp beak yet, how are you going to eat dirt? Eat stones?"

Wang Quan coughed: "I am a newborn. When I grow up, I will have hair to protect against the cold wind, claws and a sharp beak to eat dirt and stones."

A ghost scratched its head, saying uncertainly, "You must be the legendary Flower-Scattering Taoist."

"Why aren't you an adult yet?"

Wang Quan coughed: "I miss my childhood, I don't want to be an adult."

The ghosts suddenly realized what was going on.

A ghost sighed, "I also miss my childhood. Back then, I was the brightest kid in the village."

"It's a pity... we can't go back."

These ghosts and monsters all reminisced about their youth.

Wang Quan listened with great interest.

But soon the ghosts' memories ended, and they started spouting nonsense.

Wang Quan coughed: "Everyone, what is Black Hair Wind?"

A ghost laughed and said, "The wind that blows at the beginning of each month is the Black Hair Wind."

"This black-haired wind can penetrate the internal organs through the pores and freeze everything; it is extremely terrifying."

"Only by staying in the city and in houses can one withstand the black-haired wind."

Wang Quan pointed to the passage ahead: "If we hide underground, will we be able to withstand the Black Hair Wind?"

One of the ghosts shuddered: "That depends on luck."

"If we're lucky, we can hold on."

"Bad luck... can't handle it."

Wang Quan continued, "Are the Black Hair Winds winds winds that resemble streaks of black light?"

A ghost curled up in a ball, exhaling white breath: "Didn't you say you didn't understand Black-haired Wind? How come you're explaining it in such detail now?"

Wang Quan coughed: "Because that black light-like wind came in through the hole in front."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of many ghosts and monsters changed drastically.

The monsters behind the tunnel cursed, "Those in front, hurry up and display your legendary fearlessness and selflessness to save others, and block the Black-haired Wind!"

The monsters in front trembled and kept pushing their way to the back.

But after a while, they stopped moving.

Because a gust of black wind blew by, and they turned into dark, black ice blocks.