Qin Yang had always kept his word. If he said one hundred thousand times, then it would be one hundred thousand times—not once fewer.
Ten Directions Emperor now somewhat understood what the words "speechless" meant. He truly could not make sense of it anymore.
No matter how many times he tested it, the result was always the same.
Even if he knew everything, there was no way left to change it.
But clearly, it was not his decision now. Qin Yang's word was what counted.
Only when the whip mark on his face disappeared, when that glaring flaw vanished, would he be qualified to resist a little.
And now, just like everyone else, if Qin Yang wanted to drag him into a Great Deduction, he could pull him in instantly. Once a deduction ended, it would immediately reset and begin again.
Ten Directions Emperor only knew that Qin Yang might have tested things many times already, but he had no idea exactly how many.
Qin Yang could not even be bothered to pretend anymore. He simply got to work.
After every hundred Great Deductions, he rested briefly, then turned around and continued.
As long as Qin Yang had the time of a single breath, he and Uncle Meng could work together to complete one hundred Great Deductions, each lasting five thousand years.
Qin Yang said nothing. He merely worked with his head down, recovering when tired and continuing once recovered, repeating the process as though it would never end.
One thousand times, five thousand times, ten thousand times...
By the time they reached thirty thousand, Ten Directions Emperor's state of mind was about to explode.
This was no longer merely Qin Yang tormenting himself. Qin Yang had dragged him down into the abyss to enjoy this torment together.
The others,