Yang Qing looked at the ten-year-old child before him. Divine light shone brilliantly in the boy's eyes. His sudden decision to take a disciple had not been without reason.
In his original universe, he had seen no shortage of extraordinarily talented individuals, such as Wushi, the Azure Emperor, Ye Fan, and others.
Yet he had never entertained the idea of taking disciples. It was not that those people were not outstanding enough, but that he found it troublesome, which was why he had never accepted a disciple.
But this time was somewhat different!
After arriving in this world contaminated by Weird Substance, although he had coldly slain countless living beings, he could not remain completely unmoved.
He was not a cold-blooded butcher. His mood had inevitably been affected, and at that very moment, he encountered a child.
Like a ray of light in the darkness, the child seemed incomparably precious at that moment. But that was not why he had decided to take him as a disciple.
The child before him was highly unusual. In a world permeated by Weird Substance, he had actually remained uncontaminated by it.
Weird Substance could seep into anything, clinging like maggots to bone. It had even contaminated an Immortal Emperor before. How could this child resist it?
Of course, the Immortal Emperor who had been contaminated by Weird Substance had been plotted against by the Weird Race. The child before him had not been deliberately targeted.
But even so, for a child who had yet to begin cultivation to remain uncontaminated by Weird Substance was still an unbelievable thing.
More importantly, the child had just said that he was different from those Yang Qing had slain.
Clearly, the child had long sensed that something was wrong. That made him all the more extraordinary; where