Qin Yang no longer felt shocked. The Fengdu Great Emperor, who had never appeared before, had directly shown up in this dead ancient world.
He even felt that this seemed quite normal.
Moreover, he had never seen the Snake Head Man before. He had definitely not entered through the giant gate; he should have appeared here directly.
Thus, they could likewise draw a temporary conclusion: more Dead Spirits would surely be air-dropped here directly.
When they died, they might have become bound to the entire ancient world. When the dead ancient world manifested directly in the World of the Dead, they would appear along with it.
It looked like they had taken a shortcut, spared themselves much trouble, and avoided everything Qin Yang had experienced before—the dangers he had gone through.
But likewise, they had missed out on the opportunities gained by Dead Spirits who had traveled all the way here.
Where there was gain, there was loss; where there was loss, there was gain. This relative fairness had to be preserved in the evolution of the world.
Qin Yang was now increasingly certain of this.
Because he had already discovered that secret arts and divine abilities perfectly suited to the World of the Dead were one thing, but cultivation methods were far rarer than he had imagined.
Qin Yang's thoughts raced, and in an instant, he suppressed every stray thought.
He silently sealed away memories of several crucial junctures, then casually released the vortex mark that had been suppressed beneath his golden core.
The vortex mark automatically merged into Qin Yang's body. Nothing changed, except that he now believed himself to be one of Si Xiang's people.
He could betray anyone, but he could never betray Si Xiang.
"Qin Jingye, hurry up and go." The Snake Head Man looked