Shanzhou wasn't far from Cangzhou—at Fang Ting's group's speed, it only took half a day to reach it. Shanzhou was known for its distinctive geography: countless mountain ranges stretched endlessly, with the tallest peaks reaching hundreds of thousands of feet into the sky. That's how the continent got its name: Mountain Continent. It was even rumored that powerful cultivators had once refined mighty mountains into blades, making them fearsome weapons. The minor world left behind by the Emperor Realm expert didn't have a fixed location. It drifted within Shanzhou, appearing once every ten thousand years, always drawing a flood of Saint Realm cultivators seeking fortune. But those who came were mostly Saint Kings. True Saints and Grand Saints weren't even qualified to participate. In his previous life, Fang Luo's cultivation was far too low at this time. He hadn't reached this level of the world and had no idea this minor world existed—so he never passed on any relevant information to Fang Ting. "Which direction is it appearing this time?" Though the minor world always resurfaced within Shanzhou, its precise location varied each cycle. Yin Xianhong pointed east. "In eastern Shanzhou, there's a vast sea. This time, the entrance to the minor world will open above the center of that sea." The three immediately flew east at top speed. As they approached the sea, misty layers of fog appeared around both Shen Hongyi and Yin Xianhong, completely concealing their appearance and aura. Yin Xianhong explained: "Almost everyone does this. After all, this is an Emperor Realm inheritance. If someone were to obtain it without concealing themselves, they'd almost certainly be attacked by multiple Saint Kings." A complete Emperor inheritance would include at least: Emperor-grade cultivation methods, Possibly an Emperor Weapon, and Ownership of the minor world itself. Any one of these would stir the greed of countless cultivators. But Emperor Weapons and minor worlds in particular were invaluable beyond words. Without becoming an Emperor oneself, revealing such a fortune would only result in relentless pursuit and assassination. Understanding this, Fang Ting also activated concealment techniques to mask his appearance and qi. Not long after, they arrived at the heart of the eastern sea. There, dozens of cultivators had already gathered—just as Yin Xianhong had said. All of them were wrapped in dense fog, grouped loosely into clusters of three to five, totaling about thirty or forty people. Though faces and auras were hidden, Fang Ting could feel it clearly—each one radiated a pressure like a deep abyss or a slumbering primordial beast. Every one of them was utterly terrifying. Some were almost certainly Saint Kings from Cangzhou—he might even recognize a few if not for their disguises… and whether they'd recognize each other remained to be seen. Seeing this, Fang Ting was shaken. This was his first time witnessing so many Saint King Realm experts gathered in one place. Above the crowd, a crack in the void flickered faintly—it was unstable and intermittent. That was the entrance to the minor world. Only once it fully stabilized could they enter safely. If anyone rushed in now, even a Saint King would likely die without a trace. Only Emperor Realm experts could safely traverse such unstable void fissures at will. Yin Xianhong sent a voice transmission to Fang Ting: "The five Saint Kings who ambushed us before—they're from Shanzhou. They're definitely among this group. Be extremely cautious." "Understood," Fang Ting replied. If he found them again and could confirm their identities, he would absolutely take revenge. Even if he couldn't kill them outright, he'd at least exact some interest—and once strong enough, he'd return to wipe out their factions completely, and seize their resources to fund the Fang Clan. At that moment, Fang Ting remembered the incident at the Great Zhou Imperial Palace. Even though Jiang Hongye was in deep slumber, her Emperor's pressure and domain of laws still covered the entire palace, influencing everyone present. Inside an Emperor's domain, even the laws of heaven and earth could shift, becoming unpredictable and strange. Most importantly, each Emperor's domain had unique rules and characteristics, creating unfathomable variables. Fang Ting voiced this doubt. Shen Hongyi explained: "The owner of this minor world is known as the Myriad Mountains Emperor (Wan Shan Di). Though he has already fallen, his law domain still covers this entire world—and his power was even stronger than the Great Zhou's Princess back then." "According to ancient records, the Myriad Mountains Domain is one of immense gravity. Even Saint Kings can't fly within it." "Throughout the world, massive mountains float midair, drifting slowly or rapidly depending on the location." "You must be careful to dodge these mountains, because they contain fragments of the Emperor's laws. Even getting struck once can overwhelm a Saint King." In the Emperor Realm, there are three ranks: Heaven Emperor. Check latest chapters at novel·fıre·net Jiang Hongye was only a Quasi-Emperor, while the Myriad Mountains Emperor had reached the Great Emperor stage. When alive, he was the strongest cultivator in Shanzhou, and even the surrounding continents had been crushed beneath his shadow. Even now, despite being long dead, his law domain still existed in the minor world. That domain could suppress even Saint Kings. Fang Ting nodded solemnly, committing every word to memory. This was vital information—he had to keep it in mind at all times. The exact year of the minor world's appearance was known in advance, but the specific time was not. Still, no one was in a rush. Everyone waited silently. Every so often, more Saint Kings would arrive from all directions, joining the waiting crowd. Two and a half months passed since Fang Ting's group arrived. Then—finally—there was a shift. The unstable void crack, which had been flickering like an illusion, began to stabilize. The inside became clearly visible—an expanse of formless emptiness. All around, the waiting powerhouses opened their eyes at once, staring at the rift intently—poised for action. Fang Ting glanced around. By now, the number of gathered experts had reached sixty—and they were all Saint Kings, and all above the fifth tier. Anyone weaker didn't dare come. In fact, some Grand Saints had arrived earlier, but after taking a look—they left immediately. They knew their limits. Even staying here was too dangerous. If they got caught in a clash, a Saint King could kill them with a wave. No treasure was worth dying pointlessly. Only those with true power had the right to compete.