After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

"A horse should not be saddled twice, and a loyal minister should not serve two masters."

Wang Jian looked apologetic but firmly refused.

As a senior official of the previous dynasty, he only accepted positions appointed by Emperor Ying.

This guy must be an idiot.

Although the underworld is in the early stages of reconstruction, it is clear that its future is limitless.

The deceased eventually return to the underworld.

The spirits here will likely outnumber the people in the mortal world in the future.

Moreover, Miss Butterfly said that the one who appointed him was the Northern Emperor.

It sounds like a position of great prestige.

This is a rare opportunity that others can't possibly get.

But Wang Jian refused without hesitation.

Even Wang Ben was somewhat tempted.

If he hadn't been too embarrassed to do it in public, he would have definitely spoken up to persuade his father.

"Clap clap clap!"

Amidst crisp applause, Zhou Yi praised, "The old general's loyalty and righteousness are truly admirable."

"How can a defeated general speak of bravery?" Wang Jian's face flushed slightly.

He was able to enter the underworld thanks to Zhou Yi and the other person.

It is only right and proper to help someone in return for a favor.

However, it is absolutely impossible for him to betray his master and surrender.

Zhou Yi did not dwell on the matter.

He glanced around Mount Luofeng, seemingly casually, and asked:

"General, what do you think is different about this place?"

As the saying goes, "Where there's something unusual, there's bound to be something fishy."

In the vast underworld, why is this place the only one with such dense yin energy, making it suitable for spirits to dwell?

With the abilities of a terrestrial immortal, Wang Jian had already released his divine sense to thoroughly explore the mountain and its surroundings.

Since Zhou Yi asked, he answered truthfully:

"The yin energy is strongest at the foot of this mountain, and the space there is not very stable, as if it is relatively close to the human world."

“That’s right, this used to be the entrance from the human world to the underworld.” Zhou Yi nodded.

Wang Jian's eyes lit up.

Many of his fallen soldiers did not have the chance to enter the underworld, which had long been a source of obsession for him.

He hoped that all the dead could enter the underworld.

"If the Crown Prince can reopen the entrance to the underworld, all the souls of the dead can find refuge there."

"Their goodness is so great that it can be compared to Nuwa creating humans from clay."

A strong expectation was evident in Wang Jian's eyes.

however.

To his disappointment, Zhou Yi gently shook his head.

Then.

He murmured to himself, "Without a strong guardian, if the gates of the underworld open, wouldn't order be thrown into chaos?"

“…” Wang Jian agreed in his heart.

The spirits gathered here are mostly soldiers who died on the battlefield.

There were ordinary soldiers, and there were also terrestrial immortals like Xiang Bosun.

They have all become spirits, and ordinary people cannot see their existence.

If they were to return to the human world, they would indeed cause great chaos.

Moreover, the gates of the underworld were wide open.

Human cultivators might also come to explore the underworld.

Order will indeed be thrown into chaos as a result.

After much deliberation, Wang Jian seemed to have made a very difficult decision.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Zhou Yi and Hu Die, and said:

"I am unworthy, but I am honored by your high regard and am willing to temporarily take on the responsibility of guarding this mountain."

"Old General, you truly have the world in your heart."

Hu Die exclaimed, "It's a deal!"

His eyes revealed a sense of relief, showing that Wang Jian was extremely happy.

However, he reiterated, saying:

"I am only temporarily guarding this place. I urge you two to appoint a successor for the Northern Emperor as soon as possible."

“……”Everyone was speechless.

Everyone assumed that Wang Jian was just trying to save face, so he used the excuse of temporarily taking over.

In reality, he was using this as a stepping stone to accept the position of the Northern Emperor.

Unexpectedly, he was only temporarily stationed there.

With such loyal generals, Emperor Ying could be proud.

A loyal subject is always respected.

The gazes directed at Wang Jian were filled with respect.

"Oh, no rush."

Zhou Yi smiled, "In a few days, Emperor Ying will personally appoint him."

Winner!

To manage the underworld?

Everyone looked at Zhou Yi with disbelief and shock.

How confident is the Crown Prince?

They actually planned to capture Emperor Ying and make him manage the underworld.

That was the greatest emperor of all time.

Moreover, they assembled sixteen armies, vowing to overthrow the Great Qian Dynasty.

……

"In the northern part of the underworld, with Luofeng Mountain as the center, General Wang Jian is in charge of guarding it."

Hu Die announced it in public.

Wang Jian's cultivation was unparalleled among all the spirits present, and none of them objected; they immediately bowed in unison.

"Greetings, Emperor of the Northern Realm!"

Wang Jian returned the greeting, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He kept comforting himself in his heart.

This is merely a convenient measure; the position of the Northern Emperor will eventually be taken over by someone else.

Zhou Yi seemed to see through the other party's thoughts, smiled faintly, and said:

"Let's go open the gates of the underworld."

After saying that, he and Hu Die walked down the mountain side by side.

Wang Jian, who was responsible for guarding the area, naturally had to go along.

Wang Ben followed closely behind his father.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince!"

Sudden.

Among the many souls, a general in white robes strode out.

He is Xiang Bosun, the one who fought against the Underworld Emperor before.

Zhou Yi and Hu Die punished the Underworld Emperor, but did not impose any further punishment on him.

This made him grateful, and he felt a little guilty.

Therefore, he volunteered to give it to them:

"Although my strength has been greatly reduced, I am willing to offer my humble assistance with all my heart."

"hehe."

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "You felt it?"

Xiang Bosun nodded: "When our physical bodies perish and we transform into spirits, our offensive and defensive capabilities will be greatly reduced."

Offensive and defensive capabilities have significantly decreased?

The spirits looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

No one felt their strength had decreased; the spells they could cast before, they could still cast now.

Wang Jian nodded and said:

"With the demise of the physical body, the effectiveness of our magic does indeed decrease significantly."

"The offensive and defensive capabilities of a terrestrial deity are equivalent to those of a grandmaster."

"Grandmaster is equivalent to Foundation Establishment cultivator."

The spirits remained skeptical.

Hu Die explained, "This is determined by the nature of the spirit. Without meridians and blood, its magical power is naturally greatly reduced."

……

Ignoring the souls who were questioning their existence, Zhou Yi and the others walked towards the foot of the mountain.

With approval, Xiang Bosun and Wang Ben followed side by side.

After removing their armor, Wang Ben was dressed in a black robe, while Xiang Bosun was dressed in a white robe, which was quite a contrast.

We arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Zhou Yi pointed.

The small hill, made of black rocks and scorched earth, shook violently.

Then, it slowly opens from the middle to both sides, forming a passage.

At the end of the passage lies the majestic Luofeng Mountain, towering into the clouds.

Inside the mountain, there was a dark stone door hidden.

"This is the entrance to the underworld?" Wang Jian asked excitedly.

The gates of the underworld open, and the deceased can enter.

Instead, Miss Butterfly herself was brought here to ferry them here.

“Not bad.” Zhou Yi nodded.

"This door has been sealed shut!" Wang Ben shouted.

All eyes turned to the massive stone gate.

The two stone doors on the left and right were locked by an iron chain about half a person's arm's length thick.

The dark iron chain, with its hooked claws at the end, gripped the charred rock beneath the ground, locking the stone gate firmly in place.

Right next to the dark stone door, a thick iron bar, about 45 degrees, blocked the two door panels.

The top of the iron rod was wrapped with strips of white cloth.

Impressively.

It turned out to be a mourning staff.

"Soul-snatching rope, mourning staff!"

Zhou Yi blurted out.