Though laughing now was a little premature, and those who laughed at times like this usually were not the ones who laughed last.
Qin Yang truly could not hold it in anymore. He had endured for far too long, and it had been far too long since he had bared his teeth in a grin.
A hundred thousand Great Deductions, each lasting three to five thousand years. Forget Ten Directions Emperor breaking down—if Qin Yang had not been able to cut away those memories of what he had experienced, he would have collapsed long ago.
His original intention truly had not been to disgust anyone, yet the disgusting effect had been second to none.
Qin Yang himself had nearly been disgusted to death.
But across a hundred thousand Great Deductions, he had provoked Ten Directions Emperor and pulled his hatred to the brim, making Ten Directions Emperor feel that even killing him would not vent his rage or settle his heart. Every time, he had launched a wholesale slaughter, blasting everyone within range.
Thus, honestly speaking, after a hundred thousand rounds, Under the Whole World, there was basically no one who had not been killed by Ten Directions Emperor.
The worst-off had practically been killed every single time.
Even within a Great Deduction, the fierce emotions born at the brink of death were fundamentally inferior to those in reality.
Yet no matter how poor the effect, after accumulating a hundred thousand times, it had reached its limit.
That scroll meant to gather emotions had not even been used before it nearly poisoned Qin Yang to death first.
Qin Yang had wanted to accumulate another hundred thousand rounds.
But he truly could not bear it any longer. After a few more times, the scroll itself might explode. As the first to