The battlefield at the Seventy-Sixth Emperor Pass gave Wang Xian a very strange feeling. In particular, the ability that restricted speech seemed entirely intended to conceal some kind of truth.
Unfortunately, he had already left that battlefield. Even if he wanted to investigate the truth, he lacked the means to do so.
Besides, since certain people had gone to such lengths to hide the truth, even if he returned to that battlefield, the outcome would probably be the same.
Wang Xian had never considered himself particularly clever, much less believed others to be fools.
Besides, how many years had he lived? How many years had those people lived? If it came to scheming, a hundred of him put together would not be enough to contend with them.
Therefore, even when it came to Ancestral Dragon Ying Zheng, someone who could be considered his ancestor, Wang Xian had only believed seventy percent of what he said.
Days passed one by one. More and more players entered the Seventy-Seventh Emperor Pass, and with more players came more conflicts. Even Wang Xian could not avoid them, especially when dealing with races he had never seen before.
Those races claimed to come from Beyond the World. They looked down on Wang Xian and even the players of every race throughout the Myriad Worlds. Only when facing members of the Imperial Clan did their attitudes improve slightly.
To describe it precisely, those players from Beyond the World treated players like Wang Xian as animals. While they also looked down somewhat on Imperial Clan players, at least they treated them as fellow tribesmen—though more like nobles treating commoners.
For that very reason, a massive conflict erupted between the players of the Myriad Worlds and those from Beyond the World. A great number of players died every