Qin Yang was filled with worry, a sense of urgency always weighing on his heart.
Even his greed for food and sunbathing had been temporarily set aside. How could he have the mood to concern himself with anything else?
He always felt there was a huge pit ahead, waiting for him to jump in. He also had an inexplicable feeling that even if, one day, the Great Ying Divine Dynasty's might cowed all worlds and its territory surpassed even the Ancient Heavenly Court or Ancient Underworld—
It still might not be enough to deal with the Ten Directions Emperor.
The Ten Directions Emperor was Taiyi. Qin Yang had always regarded solving the problem of the Ten Directions Divine Dynasty and solving Taiyi as two separate matters.
Though at first glance, they might have seemed like the same thing.
Having reached his level, even an unprovoked, baseless feeling could not be dismissed as an illusion.
Just like mortals: even if they could not see it, those with sharp intuition would instinctively sense danger when it appeared behind them.
At Qin Yang's level, this intuition that transcended perception had been strengthened to an unfathomable degree.
Just as before, Jiayi had been unable to see him or sense the slightest abnormal fluctuation, yet when he approached, she had still nearly instinctively attacked.
Fortunately, he was strong enough. Otherwise, he would have reported to the World of the Dead right then.
Only now did he have a somewhat concrete understanding of just how powerful his physical body was.
Sacrificing the Black Jade Divine Gate to the World of the Dead and carving out a gate-sized patch of territory in the world of the living for Dog World naturally did not come without benefits.
The Black Jade Divine Gate was his Black Jade Divine Gate,