The power of Yin Virtue was a very illusory and even mysterious power. Like luck, it was very vague and difficult to grasp. However, in this world, it really existed. As long as one found the right method, they could continuously obtain Yin Virtue.
Cheng Hao guessed that the reason why he could obtain Yin Virtue should be related to obtaining Bai Yingying's soul blood.
After all, Bai Yingying was a zombie with more than two hundred years of Yin Qi. If it was not controlled, it was very likely that it would cause a devastating blow to ordinary creatures. And Cheng Hao controlled the other party's soul blood and controlled her life and death. Therefore, it could be said that he had indirectly avoided a calamity.
This should be the reason why he obtained the power of Yin Virtue!
Cheng Hao had not felt the power of Yin Virtue in the martial arts world, nor had he seen it in the Yang God world. However, in this world, he could clearly feel it and even obtained a wisp of Yin Virtue. This feeling was very mysterious.
"Every world has its own unique power system. The power of Yin Virtue in this world should be the main power of the cultivators in this world."
Cheng Hao was still unable to determine exactly what kind of power the Force of Virtue had, but one thing he could determine was that the Will of the World, which had originally faintly rejected him, seemed to have eased a little in Cheng Hao's perception.
Ignoring the surprised gazes of Zhou Ze and the others, Cheng Hao walked directly to the bookshelf, picked up the Battle Through the Heavens book that he had not finished reading a few days ago, and started reading it.
Just as he had guessed, as the repulsive force of the world's will decreased, the book that was originally wordless in his eyes once again appeared with words. This discovery made him pleasantly surprised.
After reading the entire Battle Through the Heavens book by the bookshelf for an entire morning, Cheng Hao could not wait to pick up another novel called "Douluo Continent". This time, it was a pity that he had only read the first few tens of thousands of words before the words in the book disappeared again and turned into a wordless heavenly book again.
"It seems that the power of Yin Virtue that I just obtained has been used up. This thing is really used up quickly!"
Cheng Hao put down the novel in his hand with some desire to continue. Then, he looked at Zhou Ze. His eyes faintly flashed with a strange color.
"That … It's getting late, I'll go prepare lunch for you guys!"
Feeling that the atmosphere in the bookstore was not right, Xu Qinglang retreated without leaving a trace. As he retreated, he carefully tugged at Zhou Ze's sleeve, indicating for him to leave with him.
"Wait!"
Cheng Hao suddenly spoke.
Cheng Hao stood in front of Zhou Ze and carefully sized him up. Then, he set his eyes on Zhou Ze's pitch-black fingernails that were emitting a black light.
"You're a ghost servant, so you should be able to open the passage to the underworld, right?"
"Yes, but I'm only a temporary ghost. I can only send the lonely ghosts down." Zhou Ze seemed to understand Cheng Hao's meaning and nodded.
"Open the passageway, I'm going down for a stroll!"
As he spoke, Cheng Hao's Spiritual Thought directly left his body, emitting waves of Spiritual Fluctuations in the void. Then, it floated in the air and revealed his appearance.
"You're … a ghost?"
Zhou Ze hurriedly retreated. This was the first time he had encountered a ghost that could float in the air.
However, just as he took two steps back, Zhou Ze stopped in his tracks. His gaze curiously sized up Cheng Hao's Spiritual Thought. After a while, he asked with uncertainty, "Sir, you shouldn't be a ghost. This should be your primordial spirit, right?"
"Oh? You know about primordial spirits? "
The one who spoke was Cheng Hao's main body. Zhou Ze's strength was not worth mentioning to him. He did not expect him to know about the existence of primordial spirits.
"That is indeed Sir's primordial spirit!"
Seeing that his soul did not affect Cheng Hao's physical body, Zhou Ze confirmed his thoughts. If the other party was a ghost, after leaving the physical body, then the physical body would be like a walking corpse. It would not have the ability to speak or move.
"Hehe, just think of it as a primordial spirit. Alright, hurry up and open the passage. " Cheng Hao did not explain the difference between Spiritual Thought and Primordial Spirit. Instead, he urged Zhou Ze to hurry up and open the passage to the underworld.
Since Cheng Hao was a demigod who had cultivated a Daoist Primordial Spirit, Zhou Ze did not dare to underestimate him. Immediately, he pierced the black fingernail on his left hand into the mark on his right palm.
When the fingernail was pulled out, a black thread was pulled out by Zhou Ze. It was like boiling hot caramel. It was very sticky, but it kept cracking.
Zhou Ze drew a square frame on the thread that he pulled out. Then, the square frame floated up, and the inside began to turn black. It was empty, and gusts of cold wind began to blow.
"Is this the passage to the underworld?"
Cheng Hao took a deep look at the black mark on Zhou Ze's right palm. The mysterious mark that looked like an eye emitted a faint spatial fluctuation. It was like a spatial coordinate that connected the world of the living and the underworld.
Unfortunately, the black mark was only a spatial coordinate. It had a trace of spatial power and did not have any spatial laws. Otherwise, Cheng Hao would have studied it carefully.
As the passage to the Underworld opened, Cheng Hao didn't say anything more. His Divine Sense directly turned into a golden bolt of lightning and instantly entered the black passage. Wherever it passed, the cold wind suddenly stopped, and there was a faint trace of an anxious aura.
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In the underworld, the cold wind blew wantonly. Even Cheng Hao's body, which was formed by his Spiritual Thought, could faintly feel a trace of coldness.
Fortunately, he had passed the first lightning tribulation. His Spiritual Soul had Pure Yang Energy, which could resist the cold wind from the outside world. Otherwise, even if he was a Ghost Immortal, he would not be able to resist the cold wind that blew all the time. Sooner or later, he would lose his mind and become a sluggish lonely ghost, walking on the road to the underworld.
At this time, Cheng Hao's surroundings were filled with these ghosts without consciousness. There were old people, children, young people, and middle-aged people.
There were men and women, and everyone was wearing different clothes. It seemed that they had retained their appearance before they died.
This was a dark and narrow path. Flowers bloomed on both sides of the path, but there was no romantic or beautiful atmosphere. The flowers were delicate and beautiful, but there were no leaves. It was like a mockery, mocking the ghosts who were like walking corpses.
"There are flowers but no leaves. This should be the legendary Red Spider Lily that bloomed in the underworld. I wonder if it can be picked?"
Looking at the delicate Red Spider Lily by the side of the road, Cheng Hao stopped. Among the flowers by the side of the road, he chose a beautiful flower with a three-colored halo.
This Red Spider Lily seemed to be much bigger than the flowers around it. Most of the other flowers only had one color, but this one had already bloomed with three colors. It faintly emitted a wave. In the wave of the dark aura, Cheng Hao vaguely felt a subtle thought.
"Take me … away!"
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