Yang Qing looked coldly at the old man before him. The moment he arrived in this world, he had sensed that something was amiss.
Aside from the dense Weird Substance, there was also a Weird Creature in this world—the old man before him.
His strength was not particularly great; he was merely an Immortal King. Among the Weird Race, he was essentially an insignificant existence.
According to Yang Qing's judgment, this old man should have been a vanguard of the Weird Race, a means by which they gradually contaminated the Immortal Realm.
As long as living beings entered this universe, they would unknowingly be contaminated by the Weird Substance and become Weird Creatures.
Even if one was powerful enough, upon seeing those three drops of Essence Blood, it was still difficult to resist the temptation.
Take Emperor Venerate, for instance. Whether in terms of methods or personal strength, he was among the very best, yet had he not ultimately been contaminated by the Weird?
This was the terror of the Weird. Especially when one knew nothing about it, a single moment of carelessness could lead to being caught off guard. It was simply impossible to defend against.
"You have passed the trial. Take your fortune and leave this place!" The old man looked expressionlessly at Yang Qing, his voice utterly cold.
Many people had come here before. Most had been ants, but the person before him was the strongest one, which was why he took him seriously.
Otherwise, if anyone else had dared force him to reveal himself, they would never have had the chance to take away any fortune. Destruction would have been their only fate.
"Fortune? It looks more like poison that tears through the intestines to me! Why do you think I forced you to show yourself?"