Sorrowful Emperor Realm.
This place endured endless gloomy rain year-round, with cold winds howling. There were only two seasons in a year: the Gloom Season and the Rain Season.
The sky here was always dark.
The world was sheltered beneath an enormous canopy.
The scant rays of light had to exert Herculean effort to squeeze through the dense tangle of branches and leaves.
Entirely unlike the other four great Saint Emperor Secret Realms, the Sorrowful Emperor Realm felt steeped in cold hues, melancholy and sentimentality.
Standing here always made one think too much. A moment's carelessness, and one would sink into an ocean of emotion.
Hurt, or sorrow.
Beyond that came rage and terror.
Anyone who could find an emotion like "joy" in this place had to be at least a demisaint.
This was the Sorrowful Emperor Realm, the inheritance ground of the Holy Emperor Bei Clan—a place even the other four great clans ordinarily had no wish to enter.
Yet the Bei Clan members cultivating within this Saint Emperor Secret Realm were few in number.
Calling it a single-line inheritance would have been somewhat exaggerated. One lineage producing ten descendants was probably a more accurate description.
By Bei Huai's generation, counting from top to bottom, there were fewer than a hundred people in the entire Emperor Realm who truly bore the surname Bei.
Moreover, most of these Bei Clan members wanted to leave and disliked remaining in the Sorrowful Emperor Realm.
Take the new Seven Sword Immortal, Bei Bei—she had grown up in the Cloud Mountain Emperor Realm of the Saint Emperor Hua Clan.
Great World Locust Tree.
This was an old locust tree over thirty meters tall. Its dark-green crown was lush, its pitch-black trunk thick and sturdy. It was utterly ordinary.
Other than being old, it