Yang Mei's gaze slightly focused as he gave Andrew a meaningful look. Andrew merely smiled calmly, turned sideways, and extended a hand in a gesture of invitation.
The two no longer hesitated and stepped inside.
Beyond the door, the view suddenly opened up. A fresh breeze brushed their faces, carrying a subtle fragrance.
Looking up, they saw dark-green mountains and lush forests, crystal-clear streams, deer drinking and cranes roosting, all beasts lying at peace. There was no strife, no disturbance, no killing, no fear—only an immemorial tranquility.
"Heh, since you two have arrived, please enter my 'Divine Kingdom.'"
"Divine Kingdom?"
Yang Mei and Luohu were slightly startled. Their gazes shifted as they carefully surveyed their surroundings, and only then did they understand: this place shared the same origin as the sanctuaries opened by Saints.
Both relied upon the Primordial Great World as their foundation, carving out a small world exclusive to themselves within the Chaos Void. The difference was that this heaven and earth belonged wholly to Andrew alone, beyond the reach of outsiders; once he perished, the realm would collapse and turn to dust and ruins in an instant.
In the Primordial World, it was called a "sanctuary"; in his words, it was called a "Divine Kingdom."
Though the name had changed, its nature remained the same.
What drew the two men's attention even more was how unstable this realm's edges were. It relied solely on countless Divine Talismans densely covering the void, layer upon layer, to reinforce its boundary walls and serve both offense and defense. Compared to the blessed grotto-heavens Saints had opened in Deep Chaos, it was ultimately a notch inferior.
In terms of stability alone, it was far from comparable to those sanctuaries tempered through the Great Dao.
"Heh, Your Highnesses have traveled far. Please,