When the Time Comes, Heaven and Earth Lend Their Strength; Strip Away What You Are Most Proud Of

The deathly energy within his body began to burn away, transforming into blazing vitality. With every step Qin Yang took, his aura continued to rise.

It had been at least six or seven hundred years in the World of the Dead. He had undergone its initial evolution, crossed one deadly region after another, and endured several hundred years of sinking in the lands of the Yellow Springs.

Using the Innate Insect Shell as his foundation, he had condensed four golden cores. He had never stopped growing stronger, yet before the World of the Dead developed a true system, he had had no idea just how strong he truly was.

Using those revived Dead Spirits as a reference was hardly useful. No matter how powerful they had been in life, after becoming Dead Spirits, the strength they could retain still fluctuated wildly.

On top of that, there were no methods, no system, nothing at all. Even figures who had been at least Titled Dao Lords in life gave Qin Yang the feeling that they were...

That was it?

Mediocre goods.

Now that he had returned to completeness and reignited his vitality, Qin Yang felt his realm, which had stagnated for hundreds of years, erupt like a revived Volcano Cluster in its most violent eruption, unstoppable.

The deep foundation he had accumulated finally gave Qin Yang an intuitive feeling.

Vast as a sea of mist.

High in the sky, a speck of black light shattered the heavens and descended, appearing behind Qin Yang and transforming into a three-thousand-zhang-tall black gate.

The Yinglong Relief upon it twisted free from the great gate, winding around its surface before perching atop it and roaring toward the sky, as though cheering Qin Yang's return, and as though raging at Tai Hao's presence.

Above Qin Yang's sea