Qin Yang spoke naturally. He had grown used to putting on different identities; he could absolutely do it without blushing or skipping a beat.
Using the identity of someone who had never existed in the first place was truly flawless, especially when that nonexistent person had somehow possessed experiences, fame, and even a proper death.
That was the perfect identity. To be honest, Qin Yang had really wanted to use Ji Wudao's identity.
But his control over his own strength was too precise, and he was no freakishly gifted aberration. Here, he would be somewhat easy to identify.
From what Big Mouth Monster said, it seemed he had simply assumed that anyone with such a fine method was from the Dao Sect.
Qin Yang's thoughts turned, and among the dead members of the Dao Sect he could think of, only Wei Chengshi's identity seemed suitable.
If someone he had sent on to the afterlife still possessed an unresolved obsession, that person indeed might appear in the land of the Yellow Springs. But that would merely be the incarnation of an obsession, not the original person.
And considering that Wei Chengshi's true body had been nothing but an empty shell even after being sent on, even if he had some great obsession, he would more likely appear as Wei Yanluo or Wei Xukong.
In any case, Qin Yang had wandered around the land of the Yellow Springs for so long before and had not encountered him.
Even if he really did appear, there was nothing to fear. These fellows who had appeared beyond the gate along with the dead ancient world could not possibly fully understand the land of the Yellow Springs.
So far, with the Tower to Heaven in existence, probably no one would be crazy enough to spend centuries