One thing Qin Yang had never figured out was certain problems with the Ancient Underworld's arrangements.
Through the passage of endless years, they could make "there is a world for the dead after death" sink deep into people's hearts, making every mortal believe it was truth. A lie had become a truth acknowledged by all living beings beneath heaven.
That was fairly easy to understand in practice. Information spread from the top down, and given the Ancient Underworld's power and status back then, it was not difficult.
What Qin Yang could not understand was why so many people in the Ancient Underworld—those giants and major figures at the very top of the information chain—believed this without the slightest doubt.
Qin Yang had never understood it. After turning it over and over in his mind, it seemed only possible if the Underworld Lord or Fengdu Great Emperor's personal charisma was so high that even if he claimed shit smelled sweet, no one would question it.
Now, he understood. As long as the people at the very top of the information chain believed the monstrous lie, once the information spread, everyone would believe it.
Yet making those people at the very top of the information chain—especially those confident, iron-willed, unshakable big shots—believe something without doubt might be harder than making everyone in the world believe it.
So the person who devised this monstrous lie had used the simplest and crudest method: forcing them to believe.
This imprint was definitely some divine ability evolved from the Thinking Art.
Qin Yang had never heard of such a divine ability, nor had there ever been any record of it.
Thinking back, among all the One Word Arts he had seen so far, he had encountered the most divine abilities from the Thinking Art.
The life-locking