Qin Yang looked at the multilingual sign he had set up and sighed inwardly. Sooner or later, someone would refuse to heed the warning and insist on taking a gamble. Nothing could be done about that. As the saying went, good advice could not persuade a ghost bent on dying.
But another saying went: heed advice, and you would eat your fill. Surely more people would avoid falling into Eternal Purgatory because of his sign, escaping a fate worse than death.
Having done another good deed, Qin Yang was in quite a good mood.
He bypassed this not particularly large Eternal Purgatory and continued onward.
After Qin Yang left, this Eternal Purgatory—which was not particularly large and, without its illusions, did not differ much from the surrounding area—began to change.
As Unlucky Egg turned to ash, all the illusions vanished, but the invisible boundary slowly began spreading outward.
This purgatory had only just manifested. Like this world, it had not fully evolved at all. Now that a Dead Spirit had perished into ashes within it, the purgatory's evolution began to continue.
The invisible boundary kept expanding outward. After extending more than a dozen miles, the purgatory's evolution came to a halt.
At that point, the invisible boundary became increasingly distinct. The earth within the purgatory was ash-black, while the land outside was black.
The sign Qin Yang had originally left at the edge was swallowed into the purgatory. It was now only a dozen or so miles from the boundary—not too far, not too near, an extremely awkward position.
Ordinary weaker Dead Spirits, without any techniques to use, might not even be able to see the sign from over a dozen miles away. Those who could see it without using any techniques were relatively powerful.
As the sign was enveloped,