Jiang Yan was panting from exhaustion. After all, carrying that incomparably heavy turtle shell around the world for several hours was no easy task.
Fortunately, this unreasonable style of fighting was brainless enough. Jiang Yan only needed to lock onto the Jungle Law and charge straight through; the others had far less to consider than he did.
The Rhythm Beast died, and Jiang Yan headed for the next world.
There were roughly six months left before the Four Directions Realm closed. It was said that when the time came, all outsiders would be swept out by spatial turbulence, without the slightest possibility of an accident.
As though everything had been meticulously calculated beforehand.
Jiang Yan still had doubts about it, but without any leads, he did not dwell on the matter.
He had figured it out: besides outsiders like himself, the Four Directions Realm actually housed some lifeforms that had persisted since ancient times.
Some had remained undying for millions of years, possessing power enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Some refused to die even in death, seeking every possible method to prolong their existence.
Some had continued through generations, whether living alone or otherwise.
The countless small worlds within the Four Directions Realm were like the billions upon billions of stars in the Milky Way Domain, full of unknown possibilities.
It was only because the laws of the Four Directions Realm were so dense that the creatures encountered here were far stronger than those outside, and it still preserved species that no longer existed in the outside world.
Jiang Yan drifted through the void, searching for those fully developed great worlds.
Generally, the more complete a world's development, the richer its laws and the greater the chance of treasures being born.
Jiang Yan was not the only one; the