After chatting with Emperor Ying, Qin Yang left. He truly was not certain whether Emperor Ying would come out of seclusion.
Based on past experience, Emperor Ying would not give a damn about whatever nonsense he said.
Qin Yang reckoned that in this life, only Emperor Ying could sit firmly in the top seat among his greatest opponents. Of the Three Heavenly Emperors, only Tai Hao or Tai Yi deserved chairs; Tai Wei, that younger brother, could squat in the corner.
The only time he had truly died was because of Emperor Ying.
If Emperor Ying came out to do something, Qin Yang would not need to worry that the waters were not muddy enough.
If Emperor Ying had been placed in the ancient era, it was truly unknown who would have held the upper hand between him and the Three Heavenly Emperors.
Unfortunately, he had been born in the wrong era.
Qin Yang continued spreading rumors and continued seeking out others for chats.
Meanwhile, Emperor Ying continued endlessly retracing those Malicious Mountains, but his pace forward grew slower and slower.
After retracing them three more times, he stood at the cliff edge at the end, and focus gradually returned to his eyes.
He began recovering himself bit by bit.
Qin Yang's words of revelation had turned into a nightmare, endlessly lingering in his heart.
Qin Yang had indeed been right. In theory, everyone who fell in the World of the Living, even if their body and soul were both destroyed, would ultimately appear in the World of the Dead.
At the beginning of the World of the Dead's evolution, the stronger one was, the more directly one could appear in that final, dead ancient world.
The weaker one was, the slower one would appear. Even after appearing, there was