"North all the way?"
"That's right. This small world was created with the Medicine Emperor as its lead and the Eight Emperors as shared materials. Though its area is not small, it is naturally not truly boundless. It has borders."
"And at the northern end of this small world is our true burial ground. Whether it was me, or your ancestor, we all left everything we had at the end there."
The Crimson Emperor slowly spread his palm and spoke.
And as the Crimson Emperor's words fell, his body, without anyone noticing, grew increasingly illusory.
"Senior Crimson Emperor?"
Seeing the Crimson Emperor grow more and more illusory as he spoke, Xiao Yan's mind immediately shook. But before he could say anything, the Crimson Emperor raised a hand, signaling for him to stay calm.
"What you are seeing now is merely a remnant thought left behind by the inheritance itself."
The Crimson Emperor waved his hand, then said in an open-minded tone, "After you successfully accepted the inheritance of the Crimson Emperor's Fire, it meant that the mission of my existence had already ended. Before I dissipate, I will synchronize the information I gained from speaking with you to my main body in the Northern Border—though, having said that, his condition likely isn't much better than mine."
"Even your original body is the same, Senior?"
Xiao Yan subconsciously frowned, finding it somewhat hard to believe.
"Mm... but explaining this would probably be rather troublesome, and it is not something a mere remnant thought like me, one about to scatter at any moment, can make clear to you in just a few words."
"—So, if you want to know, you had best head to the Northern Border as soon as possible."
"There, what exactly we encountered after leaving in the past, and