Xiao Yan merely glanced downward, and he could not help frowning.
This herb existed on the Dou Qi Continent as well. Xiao Yan had seen it in the Medicine Ceremony long ago, so he could not have mistaken it. Yet he had never imagined that a herb already incredibly hard to find on the Dou Qi Continent would be here, growing like weeds.
That said, Xiao Yan did not go down to fight over it with those people.
He had already seen the vastness and abundance of the Great Thousand World, and the fact that these Spirit Medicines grew everywhere like weeds was enough to show that these herbs, which might be exceptionally valuable outside, were probably no different from weeds in this tomb left behind by the Ancestors.
Since that was the case, there was no need to waste time over a few weeds.
Xiao Yan's gaze sharpened. Although the souls slumbering here were very likely the many Ancestors who had left their Dou Qi Continent, that did not mean this inheritance definitely belonged to them.
"...Speaking of which."
As he sped through this vast little world, Xiao Yan looked at this space, broader and more abundant than the Dou Di Spaces of the Eight Clans in the past, and a trace of doubt surfaced in his heart.
"How did the Eight Emperors end up buried in the same little world?"
Facing the fierce wind before him, Xiao Yan's murmur quickly scattered into it. It was indeed strange when he thought about it. The situation on a battlefield changed in an instant, and no matter how poor the Eight Emperors were, they should at least have possessed Supreme-level cultivation. Judging from the reaction Senior Medicine Emperor had sensed from the original body, it was not impossible that the Eight