The man did not answer Ye Tianyi's question. Instead, he continued pacing and said slowly, "Of the remaining roughly fifty thousand people who saw This Venerable, being able to see me was already quite impressive. Yet they still died. Only four did not kill themselves, and you are the fifth one still alive."
Ye Tianyi looked at him without saying much.
Honestly, it was terrifying.
Although this might not seem as directly dangerous as encountering some high-level strong expert, he had laid the facts out right there.
Perhaps nearly a million people had come here over the past hundreds of thousands of years. There were probably the most visitors tens of thousands of years ago; in the past ten thousand years, likely few had dared to come, because this place's vicious reputation had spread completely.
Ye Tianyi found it within reason that ninety percent of those million people had died at the hands of those undead souls. It was truly terrifying. Of those hundred thousand people who could single-handedly challenge that many undead souls, which one was not an utterly terrifying existence? They had definitely all been geniuses on Ye Tianyi's level, the kind ranked on the Heaven Ranking!
And then, nearly a hundred thousand such geniuses passed that trial, only to die from this crushing despair and mental collapse. Only four people had survived—five including Ye Tianyi now.
Think about it: over nine hundred thousand people seemed to have died to the undead souls, while only a hundred thousand died here! But could the quality of those hundred thousand people be compared to those nine hundred thousand?
"So, I've passed the trial now. That means I can leave alive, right?"
"No."
Ye Tianyi frowned.
It wasn't over yet?
"Because among those five people, you are the one This Venerable