When Great Wilderness Security Is Too Good, Someone Is Crouching in the Grass in the Ten Directions

Qin Yang tried for quite a while, but the setting simply would not pass.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, removing his own private additions and leaving only the matter of rebirth. He could supplement the private additions later.

Who would have thought that even without those private additions, it still would not pass?

Qin Yang was stunned for a long while. After turning it over and over in his mind, he roughly guessed that sending the Dead Spirits of the World of the Dead off to rebirth might also count as weakening the World of the Dead itself.

After all, on a macroscopic scale, every Dead Spirit in the World of the Dead was part of the World of the Dead.

If he held a little knife and carved away bit by bit, one at a time, it was probably fine. But if he truly stabbed a huge hole through it and let the water pour out without end, the nature of the matter would be entirely different.

Qin Yang was somewhat troubled. Strictly speaking, what he was doing now was purely good deeds—asking for no repayment, leaving behind no name, and not even needing to know the other party's name.

What he wanted was merely quantity. He had secretly roamed the Great Wilderness, measuring heaven and earth with his feet, and had nearly swept clean every ominous thing hidden away in its remote corners.

Altogether, those ominous things were not actually that numerous.

Especially the particularly powerful ones, the kind that had hidden and endured for who knew how many years—there were very few of them.

Because when the World of the Dead had appeared back then, those kings among lurkers had all gone to the World of the Dead in jubilant