After what he had read these past two days, some part of him wished he didn't. It wasn't that the things he read were graphic but the little they did reveal left a lot of room for guided imagination, and what it revealed was enough for Yang Qing to be thankful he was born in this era and not then.
The physiques were terrifying, the cultivation arts were terrifying, the artifacts were terrifying, the natural treasures were terrifying, the spirit beasts were terrifying, the spiritual plants were terrifying, and the sects, clans, and other organizations were terrifying.
He already expected that anything associated with an attribute that can submerge someone into an ocean filled with the tormented wails of the dead that continually corrupts and breaks the spirit of the one trapped in there was not going to be anything pretty, but he had underestimated how bad it could get.