Chapter 372

"Let's go, there's nothing left to see here."

Zhang Taixuan gathered all the soul stones and yin stones, and with a single thought, the Underworld opened a gap before him, revealing a city.

Such effortless control, as if he were the very lord of the Underworld.

Moments passed.

Not long after Zhang Taixuan and his party departed, a pair of ghost gods arrived at the site, gazing at the distant vanished Heishan, their expressions stunned.

"Has Heishan been destroyed?"

"Who among the living dared intervene in Underworld affairs?!"

Arriving at Wangsi City, the two inquired around, and immediately their expressions changed drastically; they exchanged glances and hurried away.

"He wiped out Heishan Old Demon without even showing his face?"

"This person's origins are significant—likely the righteous immortal sects could no longer tolerate it. This is beyond our concern; we must report it at once."

Jinhua City.

Near Lanruo, the city had been emptied by the tree demon's earlier screams; few people remained.

Even the passersby hurried along, faces filled with panic.

"This is Jinhua City. I haven't been here in many years," Nie Xiaoqian mused. "It's even more dilapidated than I remembered."

"It's all due to the current corruption in the bureaucracy—alas, the people suffer!" Yan Chixia sighed. "But alas, my strength is too limited to change anything."

"Let's go, find a place to stay."

Zhang Taixuan's expression was calm; he had seen too many worlds like this to be stirred as he once had.

If he wished to resolve it, he need only say a word in the chat group—Su Xiao and the others would naturally restore order to this world.

But now was clearly not the right time.

This world has a Dark Realm and a Heavenly Court; meddling recklessly would only spark another great war.

Better to let the locals—Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian—change this world themselves.

That way, the risks would be far smaller.

He casually chose a dilapidated manor on the city's outskirts, waved his hand, and the estate restored to its prime condition—as if newly built, pavilions, terraces, gardens, and rockeries all exquisitely arranged.

This was the application of the Spatial-Temporal Marvel Art.

Zhang Taixuan waved his hand, restoring the garden to its original state upon construction.

He then flung out two golden beans, which transformed into two golden-armored divine guardians standing at the gate, before leading Nie Xiaoqian and Yan Chixia into the manor.

"Xiaoqian, from now on you will cultivate the Ghost Immortal path—I will guard you," Zhang Taixuan said, tapping her forehead to transmit the Vision of the Other Shore Flower. "See if my created Ghost Immortal path has any flaws."

"As for Master Yan, do you have any plans?"

Yan Chixia, having once served in the bureaucracy, immediately understood the implication in Zhang Taixuan's words.

If there were nothing to entrust, wouldn't he simply dismiss them?

Asking such a question meant he had something to assign.

"I have no urgent matters at present—merely wandering the heavens and earth. Your Immortal Highness, if you have a task, command it—I shall not refuse if within my power," Yan Chixia bowed respectfully.

Zhang Taixuan smiled. "Good. Master Yan, your sense of righteousness is admirable—I shall not let you come away empty-handed."

With a thought, he produced a porcelain bottle and a jade slip.