Everyone had ingrained habits of thought, and immortals were people too. Golden Horn was no exception. If Qin Fen had not come to Europe, then when Golden Horn arrived here, he would have discovered that although the world had changed, people had not. It still had that familiar feeling. His first thought would probably have been that he had arrived in the Mortal Realm.
But Europe was far too different from Yan-Huang. No matter how Golden Horn looked at them, he felt these were monsters. It was like during the Qing Dynasty, when foreigners were called foreign devils, even foreign demons.
So the moment Golden Horn arrived, he thought, Holy crap, the ground is covered in monsters! Their appearances were astonishing; at a glance, they looked much like Rakshasa Ghosts. His first thought was that this was not the Mortal Realm, but the Asura Path. On top of that, he had investigated for a while earlier, but unfortunately, he could not understand a single word. This had to be the language of Asura ghosts.
Normally, this would not have been a major problem, but the Mortal Realm was a key focus of the Heavenly Dao. Its laws were already highly suppressive, and without spiritual energy, he could not use any mind-reading techniques. Naturally, he could not learn English.
If even communication was a problem, he could not figure out that he had arrived in Europe and was still in the Mortal Realm.
What Golden Horn saw and heard shocked him greatly. His preconceived notion was that this place was the Asura Path.
Then, through a series of coincidences, he caused trouble, transformed into a little boy, and was chased by Qin Fen. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He still had lingering fear from Revelation's