Hou Niao felt that he had turned into sothing strange, hovering between a physical and a soul body, as if his entire body had been diluted, becoming soft, yet not entirely reaching the state of a complete soul-consciousness entity.
He felt more like a soft-bodied creature, unable to control his entire body. One could imagine what would happen if a human lost the support of their skeleton, that even a casual mouth twitch could seemingly swallow his own head.
His body ca in, but his clothes could not be brought in, so now he was in a completely celestial state; but he didn’t mind at all, everyone was the sa, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, he felt this was more in tune with nature...
It was hard to say how it would be to see those so-called Dao Flowers here?
When nearly a hundred mortals blended into the vast Underworld, their numbers were like a drop in the ocean. Looking around, he saw no companions, so of course, he couldn’t act as any Flower Protector.
This place had no flowers, everyone looked like monsters.
Hou Niao floated around, gradually seeing scattered soul bodies wandering aimlessly. According to sect records, the Underworld wasn’t such a terrifying place. Long ago, there was talk of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, but since the birth of spiritual energy on Jinxiu Continent, people’s understanding of the Underworld was more like an eighteen-layer amusent park...
He didn’t know what was true or false?
The soul ghosts in the Underworld, much like the mortals in the mortal world, each had their own character: so were reclusive, so cold and wary, yet there were also those who were warm, chatty, and liked making friends.
Though friends made in the Underworld surely couldn’t return with you to the mortal world, at least there was no more loneliness.
Hou Niao treated them as ordinary humans while realizing he himself was the unusual one in the Underworld where these ghosts were the legitimate residents.
"Brother, are you new here? Why didn’t you go through the normal process? New entrants should participate in the orientation training, then everything here would be clear..."
A charming woman glanced quickly at the muscular young Hou Niao, asking with a playful smile.
To Hou Niao, this woman appeared in a very plain hemp skirt, and one could clearly see that was all she wore; it fluttered as she moved.
"I am Hou Niao, and I also do not know what is going on. I just stumbled in here without anyone telling what to do."
The woman circled around him, quite satisfied with the cultivator’s body, forged and unmatched by ordinary people; she eyed him boldly, while Hou Niao stayed calm, the young Hou Niao slightly nodded in greeting as well...
The woman poked her finger at his strong chest, "I am Wu Yaoyao, I’ve been in the Underworld for nearly a century, accumulating countless yin virtues, and will soon reincarnate. Since little brother is all by himself, Yaoyao will gladly guide you."
Clearly, this sister Wu didn’t recognize his origin from the mortal world, whether due to her eyesight or knowledge? Most ghosts here were once ordinary mortals mostly uninford about cultivation.
"I’ll be troubled by your help, sister. This place...uh, it’s my first ti here..."
Hearing Hou Niao, Wu Yaoyao sensed a hint of embarrassnt; of course, it’s the first ti. Who would be a regular here? She viewed it from a mortal’s angle, unaware that for cultivators, they could visit repeatedly without losing their mory.
"Right, right, Brother Niao, even in the Underworld, decorum matters. Your current state is sowhat inappropriate; patrolling ghost officers might catch you and make you do hard labor. You need sothing to cover yourself."
Hou Niao was a bit troubled. Space was locked in the Underworld; items in the storage ring could not be accessed. Although he didn’t mind, he didn’t want to be stark naked, especially seeing many Underworld ghosts all covered.
He didn’t know that every cultivator coming in had this experience and appropriate solutions. How could a dignified cultivator just roam naked? But such common knowledge needed no reminder within the Southeast Daoist Sect, and how would a sword cultivator from outside the circle understand?
Knowing he didn’t understand, as neither would a mortal soul here, was nothing surprising, Wu Yaoyao explained:
"Actually, in the Underworld, physical objects don’t exist. Clothing is visualized through ntal consciousness. Co, learn from ..."
Wu Yaoyao shook her spirit, the skirt disappeared briefly, revealing her charming figure before reappearing in modest hemp — despite her middle age, she didn’t look plump but was particularly voluptuous...
Seeing young Hou Niao greet again, Wu Yaoyao chuckled softly, covering her mouth, "Brother Niao, try it. However, in the Underworld, dress codes are strict. Living souls can only wear hemp clothing, cannot wear colorful clothes. Only ghost soldiers and officials have the right to wear colored attire according to their rank, so pay extra attention, otherwise, you’d be punished."
Now understanding the key, Hou Niao wouldn’t be challenged by such a simple operation. The reason he hadn’t thought of a way before was rely due to his reluctance to ponder over such matters.
Cloaked in a layer of the simplest hemp robe, he drifted forward with Wu Yaoyao, who carefully explained the various rules and restrictions.
Hou Niao listened absentmindedly, agreeing verbally, and never considering why Wu Yaoyao was so warm to him, nor any potential hidden motives?
They simply were not on the sa level...
Yet, the vastness of the Underworld amazed even soone like him, who considered himself worldly-wise, as each of the eighteen-layer amusent parks was incredibly large, teeming with people, laughter, and hugs, resembling a flourishing age.
The first layer featured a giant Ferris wheel, capable of thrilling and entertaining a million soul ghosts at once—a strange sight he had never seen on Jinxiu Continent.
Witnessing several layers of hell, it completely overturned his preconceptions of a dark and sinister Underworld: not only was it another world in essence, but also in spirit.
Yet, he couldn’t understand why it was like this?
"So many people, how could one find a specific person among them?"
Wu Yaoyao shook her head and sighed, "Brother, everyone entering the Underworld thinks so, but it’s simply impossible here. With billions, how could you hope to find your relatives and friends?
If everyone wished to do this, where would the order in the Underworld be? For the vast majority, even if we stayed here for decades or centuries, we might not encounter even one familiar or close person—we rely entirely on chance."
Hou Niao nodded, understanding the situation, recognizing that whoever governed the Underworld wouldn’t allow such situations to occur.
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