Outside Qingzhou City, Zhang Yang had been squatting at the Mass Burial Ground for an entire month, yet the requests for salvation here showed no sign of diminishing. He received roughly fifty to a hundred salvation applications every day, and the trend was only increasing.
Aside from making Zhang Yang a fortune, so many salvation applications had also allowed him to vaguely discern several patterns and form a few guesses.
First, it seemed that every civilization with even a bit of foundation among the Six Great Sequences of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds knew about the Ashen Graveyard. Or even if they did not, they still understood some methods for handling troublesome problems.
That method was garbage collection.
Those bastards had treated the Ashen Graveyard as a garbage dump, because, theoretically, the Ancient Law of Death could deal with any trouble.
Second, salvation applications were highly dependent on chance. Zhang Yang felt that it was not only the Mass Burial Ground outside Qingzhou City—other Age of Dharma Decline Worlds probably had similar salvation coordinates as well.
Although these Age of Dharma Decline Worlds had fallen into the Ashen Graveyard, the lifeforms living on them could continue living for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
So, if an accidental opportunity arose, these salvation coordinates would be triggered.
Although this was like drinking poison to quench thirst—I'll enjoy myself while I'm alive; who cares if the world floods after I die.
Third, at least half of these salvation applications were completely meaningless. Another quarter requested salvation for all sorts of strange things. The final quarter was entirely for salvaging viruses, and they were all extremely troublesome viruses.
Finally, through some of the salvation documents, he seemed to have caught sight of his old employer.
Yes, Zhang Yang considered this his