But it was too late for regret now. The restriction had been triggered, and the Scorpion Ghost King perished on the spot.
Yet Yang Chen had already learned one piece of information: Wan Qiuying was no longer in this realm. It seemed she had been taken away by other Ghost King experts to another plane, where she had some other use.
But as for what exactly she was being used for, even the Scorpion Ghost King did not know.
The only pity was that Yang Chen had wanted to learn more about Calamity City, but just as he was about to probe deeper into the memories, the Scorpion Ghost King's restriction activated and he died.
He felt somewhat frustrated, but when he looked at the dozen or so Ghost Cores in his hand, Yang Chen still revealed a faint smile.
"Looks like my decades of bitter cultivation have yielded fairly good results."
At the very least, several decades ago, it would not have been difficult for him to defeat these Heavenly Separation Realm experts. But to do so as effortlessly as he had now would have been absolutely impossible.
Over these past decades, he had not done nothing.
After hearing Princess Wen Qi's words, Yang Chen had constantly reflected and cultivated in seclusion. He knew that Princess Wen Qi was right.
If he wished to take another step forward, then even in Daoist arts, he had to walk his own path, not someone else's path.
Different paths led to different destinations. If he continued to the end, the one who suffered losses would still be himself.
Thus, he had thought about many things.
He had even considered dispersing his cultivation, but in the end, reason overcame impulse, and he forcibly suppressed that idea.
Afterward, he began researching the spacetime laws,