After casually dealing with the guy who had killed Zuo Yu, the disguise felt clear and unrestrained, and his control over it became even more perfect. Qin Yang was in a fairly good mood as well.
Even if it was not his true body appearing now, but merely consciousness descending through an altered All Heavens Projection of a mutt, it was still something ordinary cultivators could never compare to.
He possessed the White Jade Divine Gate, and within the White Jade Divine Gate resided Twelve, an immortal herb centered on information and far beyond its mature state.
The information he obtained might have exceeded even that of ordinary great powers. Moreover, whether he cultivated or not, the classic-grade cultivation methods, secret arts, and divine abilities he knew far surpassed those of ordinary big shots.
Though compared to the High Priest at his very peak, in that state where there were no secrets beneath the sun, he was still somewhat lacking.
Even so, he could roughly be said to be in a state of, "I could tell at a glance that you were not human."
The disguise being only at the Spirit Platform realm was unimportant. He was currently striking downward across dimensions; whether the disguise was at the Spirit Platform or Dharma Manifestation realm made little difference.
On top of that, he had latched onto the thigh of the World of the Dead. What the World of the Dead most liked to see was probably things belonging to the World of the Dead appearing in the world of the living.
Even if it was only the Words of the Dead, it still constituted an erosion of the living world.
Qin Yang left with Miao Pei. Miao Pei still did not know that the bearded giant had already died, driven insane