As the void rift leading to the small world finally stabilized, the figures of the many Saint King Realm experts vanished in unison, entering in single file. Each Emperor Realm expert's law domain was different, so the effects varied. Back when they entered the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, everyone had been separated randomly. But this time, they were still together. However, the moment they stepped into the small world, everyone distinctly felt a tremendous force weighing down upon them. All of them, suspended in midair, suddenly plummeted downward in unison. The law domain of the Myriad Mountain Emperor was simply too overpowering. Even Saint King Realm experts couldn't maintain flight under this immense gravitational pressure. Fortunately, most of them had come prepared. Although they were falling rapidly, none of them lost their composure. When they were still several hundred feet above ground, they gradually stabilized their movements. "The domain of an Emperor Realm expert is truly overwhelming." "Yeah. If the force were any stronger, we'd be slamming into the ground like meteors." At present, they were still a few hundred feet from the ground. If the gravitational force increased even slightly, they would crash into the earth and leave a crater. Of course, given the toughness of their bodies, they wouldn't be injured. Still, it would be a rather awkward and embarrassing scene. "And this is after the Myriad Mountain Emperor has been gone for over a hundred thousand years. If he were still alive, just the release of his domain would have us groveling on the ground, utterly immobile." "Naturally," Yin Xianhong affirmed. The higher the realm, the greater the gap between them. Back outside the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, the quasi-Emperor Jiang Hongye had annihilated eighteen Saint Kings with just a flick of her fingers. Not to mention the even mightier Myriad Mountain Emperor, who had stepped into the full Emperor Realm. To destroy Saint Kings like them, he wouldn't even need to lift a finger—just a glance, a wave of pressure, a sweep of his domain would suffice. A mountain peak, nearly a thousand feet tall, soared through the sky in the distance, as though it were being carried by someone—an eerie and bizarre sight. In truth, this was just a phenomenon caused by the strange law domain of the Myriad Mountain Emperor's small world. Although the mountain looked ordinary, it was imbued with the power of law. A collision would injure even a Saint King. Fortunately, it only passed overhead, briefly plunging them into shadow before quickly disappearing into the distance. By now, all the experts had scattered in different directions. After choosing a direction, the trio of Fang Ting, Shen Hongyi, and Yin Xianhong swiftly departed. Not only did they have to fly at low altitude, but they also had to remain vigilant at all times—watching for sneak attacks from other Saint Kings, or collisions with flying mountains that were scattered throughout the small world. The Myriad Mountain Emperor had lived in ancient times—over a hundred thousand years ago. This small world had already existed for that long. Every ten thousand years, the small world would reopen, drawing in numerous Saint Kings seeking treasures. Some, for various reasons, had remained here permanently. Thus, aside from ancient sacred herbs and powerful beasts, the small world also held the ruins and remnants of Saint Kings who had perished or been trapped. These relics were second only to the Emperor's legacy in value. If one couldn't find the Emperor's inheritance, obtaining one of these and escaping safely was still quite the reward. But the small world was vast. Even after flying for several hours, Fang Ting and his companions had found nothing. At this moment, Fang Ting was missing Fang Ying greatly. If she were with them this time, their chances of obtaining the Myriad Mountain Emperor's legacy wouldn't be 100%, but at least seventy or eighty percent. Just then, Shen Hongyi—who had been silent the whole time—suddenly made a discovery and whispered: "There's a sacred herb!" Yin Xianhong and Fang Ting immediately perked up. Sacred herbs, even if unusable personally, could be sold for top-tier spirit stones. Every Saint Realm cultivator coveted them. Shen Hongyi had cultivated a powerful eye technique—a weakened version of Qi-watching—that gave him a notable edge in treasure hunting. He had been using this eye technique the entire time they were in the small world, but the world's size had made results scarce. This was also one of the reasons Yin Xianhong had waited for Shen Hongyi to return before accompanying him into the small world. Without another word, Yin Xianhong and Fang Ting followed Shen Hongyi in silence, racing toward a small lake. The lake was roughly 3,000 feet in diameter. Its waters were crystal clear, filled with plump spiritual fish. The surroundings were full of birdsong and floral fragrance—an idyllic setting. At the lake's edge, a striking red spiritual herb stood out conspicuously. The herb was just over a foot tall, with six long, narrow leaves. As the breeze passed, the crimson grass swayed gently. If not for the strong medicinal fragrance and the spiritual energy it emitted, one might easily mistake it for a common herb. Yin Xianhong's beautiful eyes lit up. "It really is a sacred herb!" "There's a great demon in the lake," Shen Hongyi's pupils turned blue. After focusing, he added, "But it's only at the True Saint Realm." Fang Ting was surprised. "It must be adept at hiding. Neither of us noticed it." Read full story at novel⸺fire.net Yin Xianhong nodded. She had scanned the lake twice with her divine sense and still hadn't noticed the demon beast. "I'll take care of it." Shen Hongyi stepped forward and reached out. A colossal, black, sky-covering hand infused with terrifying energy appeared above the lake, descending like the heavens themselves. At that instant, the lake's surface churned violently. With a loud explosion, a long emerald-green serpent burst from the water. It had a triangular head, blood-red vertical pupils that were particularly chilling, and scales that gleamed with a ghostly luster. It looked harmless at first—only a few dozen feet long—but in the blink of an eye, it swelled to hundreds of times its original size. It opened its gaping maw, trying to swallow the sky-covering hand whole. Unfortunately for it, the difference in strength was too great. The moment it collided with the massive hand, its enormous body shattered like tofu and was instantly reduced to dust. A True Saint Realm demon beast—or cultivator—had no right to resist a Saint King. Death was immediate. For a Saint King, erasing such a creature was as casual as waving a hand. They wouldn't even spare it another glance. Though the great demon's body still held many valuable materials, Shen Hongyi didn't care in the slightest. He destroyed everything in a single move. Time was precious. Finding the Emperor's legacy was the highest priority—wasting time on trivial matters was foolish in his eyes. However, just as Shen Hongyi was about to pluck the red herb and continue the search for the legacy— A sudden change occurred.