Knowing Too Much Is No Good

"False Gods?!"

Qin He froze on the spot.

What a familiar term.

In the Eastern Lands World, False Gods referred to those cultivators who had barely clung to life after the Ancient Heavenly Court shattered, cutting themselves down just to survive.

They had endured until each of them was gaunt and withered, neither human nor ghost, desperately plundering the remnants of fortune in the Eastern Lands World, willing to drown all living things in misery for it.

After the Eastern Lands World became a thing of the past, this term had gradually been buried beneath dust in Qin He's heart.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to hear a demon mention it today—and use it to refer to him.

"Why... do you call me a False God?" Qin He asked in confusion.

Seeing that Qin He had finally stopped, the old ape's gaze gradually darkened. Slowly, it said, "Because you have stolen the merits of the world and coveted divinity. Without a Fruit Position, you are naturally a False God."

At those words, Qin He's gaze toward the old ape changed.

This old ape had some skill. It could actually see the merit upon him.

Qin He narrowed his eyes and pressed on, "Then you also said I was someone from beyond this domain. What is beyond this domain?"

"Beyond this domain means outside this domain." The old ape's lips curled faintly. "As for where exactly, Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, I know. Wouldn't saying more be superfluous?"

"Heh-heh~" Qin He could not help laughing. As he laughed, his smile gradually turned cold. "Is that so? Knowing too much is not a good thing, is it?"

Qin He did not particularly care whether he was a False God or where he came from.

False God was merely