Qin Yang put away all the ritual vessels, removed the altar, concealed himself, and entered the Un-permittable Realm to await the results.
He had long since thoroughly refined the Winter Coffin and prepared contingencies. Unless someone could erase his refinement of the Winter Coffin, no one could sever that connection.
Every time he acted, he naturally intended to deal with the Inspiration High Priest. Only when he truly had no other option did it turn into probe after probe, catalyst after catalyst.
Even now, he did not know exactly what the immortal divine artifact in the Inspiration High Priest's hands was.
But that would not diminish his understanding of that artifact.
As long as he understood the most fundamental rules, there would be a corresponding method.
That method would certainly work. The only difference was whether he had the strength and ability to use it.
For example, he knew that using the World of the Dead could kill Tai Hao, and he was one hundred percent certain of it.
Unfortunately, he lacked the ability to drag Tai Hao into the World of the Dead.
Qin Yang stood outside the Heavenly Palace and waited quietly.
According to his deductions, the Inspiration High Priest trusted only himself and his own abilities. There was nothing to say about that.
Qin Yang himself trusted no one more than himself. Everyone was the same.
And judging from the Inspiration High Priest's reaction when he lost both legs, Qin Yang guessed that perhaps it was not the first time he had been injured.
That was why his reaction had been especially intense.
Once something happened once, it created a sense of insecurity. Twice, and that sense of security would collapse completely.
Qin Yang also believed that there was nothing in the Inspiration Palace that could satisfy