In the void, countless motes of dust appeared from nothing. The dust gathered, turning into grains of sand, which continued to converge, condensing into fragments of varying sizes.
Countless fragments collided with one another, and light began to emerge. Halos gleamed within them, and from afar, they looked like a swirling nebula.
Qin Yang stood in the void, gazing at this dim world as vast patches of light began to appear. He could also sense that, after its initial incubation, the dead ancient world's condensation was beginning to accelerate.
Now that the world itself was beginning to emerge, those who had died in ancient times would probably appear one after another as well.
Over countless years, the living beings that had died were likely more numerous than every living creature in the current world of the living combined.
Yet judging from the present situation, those who had been weak in life did not even qualify to become Dead Spirits and reappear.
He just did not know whether they would never appear at all, or whether they would only emerge once all the dust had settled.
In any case, more and more powerful figures from different eras were beginning to appear.
To accommodate so many powerful figures, the world's scale, status, and resources would surely have to surpass the Great Wilderness by far. Qin Yang even felt that the original ancient world might not have been able to bear it.
The World of the Dead could not remain this barren forever. More resources, more things, and better things were bound to appear.
This would inevitably lead to one result: some people, if they encountered the right opportunity, would ultimately become even stronger than they had been in life. The very strongest might even break through their former limits.
Even if none