Miniature Space

"Life and death fused together, yet the soul remains immortal."

Beirut praised, "I've traveled through many planes, and a case like yours is extremely rare! I'm almost envious of your talent!"

Then a token appeared in Beirut's hand, and he gave it to Kolan.

"The Sovereign built a Necropolis of the Gods on Yulan Continent. It contains many treasures, including divine artifacts and Godsparks. As the Sovereign's emissary, I help him manage the Necropolis of the Gods, so naturally I look after the lives of Yulan Continent. Any Saint Realm expert with sufficient strength has a chance to explore the Necropolis of the Gods." Beirut smiled faintly. "The Necropolis of the Gods opens once every thousand years. It just so happens that it will open for the first time in twenty years. Your strength is the greatest among those below the god level, so you're qualified to explore it and seek your fortune."

The Necropolis of the Gods was opening for the first time!?

Kolan's heart stirred.

He took the token and said respectfully, "Thank you, Lord Beirut."

Inwardly, he grumbled, Helping the Sovereign manage the Necropolis of the Gods? You're the Sovereign yourself.

What a shameless act of playing the harmless old man while hiding your claws!

"Alright, you may leave if there's nothing else. I'll notify you when the time comes," Beirut said.

Then his figure disappeared.

Kolan flew away.

Inside the Metal Castle, Beirut murmured to himself, "He has good talent. What a pity he's talented in the laws of life and death, rather than the earth, water, and fire elements."

He glanced at his three sons, who were standing nearby, looking clueless, and sighed.

A parent's heart always ached for their children.

Beirut had risked stealing the Four Divine Beasts' corpses right from under the Radiant Sovereign's nose. He had obtained the Four Divine Beasts' Sovereign Sparks and refined the White Tiger Sovereign's Sovereign Spark to become a Sovereign. He still had three Sovereign Sparks in his possession, so naturally he hoped to raise his sons into Sovereigns as well.

Unfortunately, Harry, Harvey, and Hart simply couldn't understand their old father's good intentions.

He had even asked his friend Dunnington to refine Soul Fragments, at considerable cost.

Alas, his three sons were hopeless.

After leaving the Forest of Darkness, Kolan released his soul power.

Now that his soul power had reached its limit, Kolan could spread it through the air over a range of five thousand miles.

That range was astonishing. Even a mage at the peak of the Saint Realm, whose soul had reached its limit, could spread their soul power through the air only five hundred miles. Kolan's range was ten times greater!

Of course, soul power covered different distances in different substances. He could cover five thousand miles through the air, but when probing through solid matter, his spiritual power could cover no more than five hundred miles.

Kolan was trying to see if he could locate that Miniature Plane Space.

After all, the Chaotic Territory was enormous. Kolan couldn't search the entire region; that would be far too obvious, and Beirut would surely capture him for study.

But if he happened upon it while traveling, that was another matter!

"Whoa, what a huge Magic Crystal Core deposit!" Kolan's eyes lit up.

The magic crystal deposit he had discovered was enormous. It stretched for twenty miles at its longest point and ran deep underground, making it more than ten times larger than the biggest magic crystal deposit ever found on Yulan Continent.

A single deposit like this was worth hundreds of billions of gold coins!

Kolan hurried toward it.

When he arrived, he used his sword to carve a passage underground, then summoned a Blood Specter to guard the entrance.

Before long, Kolan reached the heart of the deposit.

The magic crystals there were exceptionally high quality, reaching the level of seventh- and eighth-grade Magic Crystal Cores. A very small number were even comparable to ninth-grade Magic Crystal Cores.

But Kolan's attention was entirely captured by the door in front of him!

"As expected, my soul power can't detect this door. It's as if it doesn't exist!" Kolan realized that his spiritual power couldn't penetrate beyond it.

He took out his divine armor and walked straight through.

"Ch-ch-ch—"

The moment Kolan crossed the threshold, blade-like forces slashed at him again and again, striking him millions of times. Sparks flew across the surface of his divine armor.

"This Miniature Space is truly amazing." Kolan looked around, unable to hold back his amazement.

It was a miniature space resembling a transparent bubble, spherical in shape and only about ten meters in diameter.

Inside, it was arranged like a simple cultivation chamber, furnished with only a bed, a table, and a chair. A membrane protected the spherical space from outside interference and destruction.

Beyond the transparent membrane surrounding the Miniature Space lay the chaotic Spatial Turbulence.

The Spatial Turbulence shimmered in every color, and spatial rifts appeared from time to time. Just looking at their terrifying power filled Kolan with dread.

"To create a Miniature Space like this, Beirut must have fused four Mysteries before becoming a Sovereign, even without relying on his Innate Divine Ability. He must have reached the level of a Prefect." Kolan was amazed.

Anyone capable of creating a Miniature Space like this had to be incredibly powerful.

And it had existed for who knew how many years.

Kolan then began sensing the dense elements of the world around him.

The seven elements—earth, fire, water, wind, lightning, light, and darkness—were denser than ever before. Besides those seven, Kolan could also sense other surging energies: the energies of death, Destruction, life, and Fate. These four energies were even more mysterious than the seven elemental energies.

Even with elemental affinity so low it was almost absurd, Kolan could still sense all kinds of elements.

"This really is a cultivation paradise. I doubt training here would be much worse than on a Divine Plane or Supreme Plane," Kolan exclaimed.

This place was more than a hundred times better than Mist Valley!

He didn't start cultivating in the Miniature Space right away. He had only left Mist Valley two days ago, and he still wanted to explore and enjoy himself.

Life wasn't just about cultivation!

He left the Blood Specter here to keep watch, so he wasn't worried anyone would discover the place.

The Blood Specter was a peak Saint Realm expert.

Kolan wandered around the Chaotic Territory.

On Yulan Continent, there were several notoriously lawless regions, such as the Far East Prairie, the Chaotic Territory, and the Eighteen Northern Duchies.

The Far East Prairie was plagued by constant bloodshed. The prairie cavalry were infamous for their cruelty, and a love of battle ran in their blood. They were organized into tribes. When the Yulan Empire united Yulan Continent, it maintained its rule over the Far East Prairie for only three thousand years before giving it up.

The Eighteen Northern Duchies, meanwhile, worshiped the Goddess of Ice and Snow, and the Temple of the Goddess of Ice and Snow was their holy land.

The Goddess of Ice and Snow had a special relationship with Beirut. It could be said that the region was under Beirut's protection. No one dared target it, because those who did were all dead.

As for the Chaotic Territory, it was the most lawless region in the human lands of Yulan Continent. It was notorious for its disorder. There were only duchies here, no kingdoms, and duchies were constantly being destroyed and established, so their number was always changing. Warfare was extremely frequent.

Moreover, every few decades, a beast tide swept through the region. Countless magical beasts charged out of the Magical Beast Mountain Range into the Chaotic Territory, leaving tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, dead and wounded.

Kolan had experienced that devastation three times. The sight had been utterly horrifying.