A patch of light gradually appeared ahead of the warship. They had finally arrived at the Ancient Realm.
Leaving the dark and perilous spatial rift behind, an immense world unfolded before them. Ahead lay an endless plain, while blue skies and white clouds stretched overhead. A breeze swept past, and golden sunlight broke through the clouds to shine down, almost painfully bright.
"Is this really just a Small World? It's enormous."
"The energy of heaven and earth is many times denser than outside. Cultivating here must yield twice the results with half the effort."
Guests from various factions across the Central Plains discussed the sight aboard the warship, all full of amazement. I was somewhat stunned as well. I had visited several Small Worlds, but none could compare to this place. It felt almost no different from the continent outside.
Xiao Yan leaned against the railing and gazed toward a mountain range in the distance. It was so vast and majestic that, despite being so far away, they could still see it clearly.
"That's the Ancient Saint Mountain Range. Xun Er, you're there too, aren't you..." he murmured.
"Hehe, everyone, we will reach the Ancient Saint Mountain Range shortly. It is a core territory of our clan, so please do not leave the ship at will along the way, lest any misunderstandings arise."
A deep voice rang out. It was actually Yang Hao. At some point, he had boarded the ship. He emerged from the cabin and stopped before them, his gaze fixed squarely on Xiao Yan as he spoke in a chilly voice.
"Xiao Yan, I didn't expect you to dare board this ship."
Xiao Yan said coldly, "Why wouldn't I dare? Whoever tries to stop me, I'll kill them!"
Yang Hao sneered. "You?"
Xiao Yan was enraged. Seeing