As soon as he entered the Land of Gathering Demons, Yan Qing saw no one else.
The Land of Gathering Demons looked like an amusement park, but its area was comparable to that of a town. Aside from the amusement park facilities with their distinctive styles, most of the other buildings were monotonous, nearly copied and pasted from one another. This was a standard dungeon-design technique: it created an atmosphere at a low cost without leaving the dungeon too empty. If a battle broke out, these destructible buildings could also greatly enhance the players' sense of impact.
After all, no matter how thoroughly a skill description claimed to obliterate the eternal Great Dao, nothing was as shocking as directly destroying an entire village with a Divine Shinra Tensei. Strength needed destruction to set it off.
Even if two hundred messengers participated in the event, they would be like salt dissolved in water within such a vast and complicated secret realm, leaving no trace. Seeing that it would be difficult to encounter anyone else here, Yan Qing relaxed. He had no interest in meeting other messengers, even if they were local muggles weaker than him. Strangely enough, Yan Qing loved using low-level accounts to show off before strangers, and he also liked seeking out Shang Xin Lei, Yaoshi Yuan, and even the White Fox to brag. He simply disliked showing off before strangers himself.
The moment he imagined others watching him with admiration or envy, Yan Qing felt a little awkward. If someone begged him for help with hopeful eyes, should he save them or not? If someone secretly plotted against him, should he kill them or not?
Nothing had happened yet, but Yan Qing had already imagined all sorts of possibilities in his head, filling the trip with anxiety. He