Time trickled by bit by bit, and the work of deciphering continued.
No one had started fighting over anything yet because the gate had not even been opened. Opening it first was the shared understanding. Whatever came afterward, everyone would rely on their own abilities.
Qin Yang had his own speculation, but he did not voice it.
Because there was no damn point in saying it.
Even if there was a considerable chance that this gate was a move laid down by the Prefect Lord, would the others stop trying to open it?
Even if the Fengdu Great Emperor himself came here, at most he would be disgusted beyond measure. In the end, he would still have to hold his nose and endure it, honestly thinking of a way to open this giant gate and press onward.
Since a big shot had made a move, he would not worry about others seeing through it.
After all, whether they knew or not would not affect their choices, nor would it affect the outcome.
At this point, overt schemes were often far more useful than conspiracies.
Qin Yang crouched off to the side. With nothing to do, he began pondering whether it might be possible to take this gate away.
Since it had become part of the World of the Dead's evolution and had been born from nothing, it should theoretically be ownerless, and he ought to be able to take it.
After all, to put it more rigorously, a gate shaped with the Prefect Lord's gate as its prototype and a gate that belonged solely to the Prefect Lord were entirely different things.
And judging by the current situation, it should be the former.
Qin Yang waited quietly. More and more people arrived, and more and more major figures appeared among