A Millennia-Long Scheme, Emperor Ying's Three Golds One White

To be honest, Qin Yang felt terrible.

He could already foresee what kind of hellish state the posthumous world, made real through the Novelist's use of the wishes of the living and the dead, would be in.

Especially when he thought of the first rule of this world of the dead.

"There is no sun in the world of the dead."

He had been the one who came up with that.

Qin Yang's heart nearly clenched into a knot.

What a foul mouth he had.

After crossing the Sky Curtain, he had discovered nothingness. He had become the only reality within that nothingness, yet he too had slowly begun to merge into it, until he vanished completely.

Under those circumstances, his feelings had been rather complicated.

On one hand, he was fortunate he had not ended up unable to live or die, forced to sit there for countless years with nothing to do.

At the very least, falling into nothingness meant dissolving into nothingness. At least he could die cleanly.

On the other hand, when true disappearance came, it was impossible for him not to feel unwilling, impossible for him not to have other thoughts.

He was still afraid of death.

So he had started letting his imagination run wild, sending hints to the Novelist. He had practically been one sentence away from saying, "Doctor, I can still be saved."

Then the Novelist had truly delivered, opening up a world for the dead.

Or rather, all living beings and Dead Spirits had used the Novelist's hand to open up the world of the dead.

A world that had never existed before.

This was the true destination of the dead.

It was only that, considering the results of his own loudmouthed fantasies, combined with the fantasies of countless other living beings