The ornate, sturdy chest concealed deadly poison inside.
Fu Qian had heard of scenes like this before.
Forget poison—even getting your head swallowed whole was nothing unusual.
But in most cases like this, there was one prerequisite: before opening the chest, you had no way to peek inside.
For Mother of Gospel and the others, though, the barrier shouldn't have been so effective at keeping everything hidden, should it?
There was no need to mention the arrangements for the Ji Clan's golden generation. He had personally killed one of the seeds she'd planted inside the barrier.
Even if her true body couldn't get in, taking a little peek at what was happening inside shouldn't have been too difficult, right?
And yet, even under those circumstances, a whole crowd still kept doggedly trying to open the chest?
All he could say was that he'd long been puzzled by the appeal of this tiny world behind the barrier, which had attracted the covetous attention of so many cosmic Higher Beings. Now he was even more puzzled.
There had to be a reason this place was so blessed. The universe was vast—surely not every good thing had to be gathered here?
There was even something that looked unambiguously bad.
After all, even a place as chaotic as the abyss could be called a pillar of the world by the Warehouse. In essence, it was a stable state.
Only this extraordinary end stood out as something truly exceptional.
To put it plainly, if the crystallization—the extraordinary virus—could really be sealed away behind the barrier, then it was hard to say whom the barrier was meant to protect.
Could it be... meant to break the virus's petri dish and let crystallization rule everything?
He'd always had a good habit of asking questions while trying to