Miniature Space

"Life and death fusion, to think the soul could remain intact."

Beirut exclaimed in admiration, "I have traveled through many planes, and a situation like yours is extremely rare! I am even a little envious of your aptitude!"

Following this, a token appeared in Beirut's hand, which he gave to Kolan.

"The Sovereign built a Necropolis of the Gods in our Yulan Continent, containing many treasures like divine artifacts and godheads. As the Sovereign's envoy, I manage the Necropolis of the Gods for him, so naturally, I must look after the life on the Yulan Continent. Any Saint Realm powerhouse with sufficient strength has the opportunity to explore the Necropolis of the Gods." Beirut smiled faintly, "The Necropolis of the Gods opens once every millennium. It just so happens that it will open for the first time in twenty years. Your current strength is the strongest below the god level, so you are qualified to explore the Necropolis of the Gods and seek your fortune."

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

Kolan's heart stirred.

Taking the token, Kolan said respectfully, "Many thanks, Lord Beirut."

In his heart, he was secretly grumbling: What 'helping the Sovereign manage the Necropolis of the Gods'? He is clearly the Sovereign himself.

Playing the pig to eat the tiger, what a piece of work!

"Alright, if there is nothing else, you may leave. I will notify you when the time comes," Beirut said.

Then, his figure vanished.

Kolan flew away through the air.

Inside the Metal Castle, Beirut muttered to himself in a low voice, "Good talent, but it's a pity it's the life and death paths, rather than the earth, water, and fire paths."

Looking at his three dull-witted sons not far away, Beirut sighed.

The heart of a parent is truly pitiful.

He had risked snatching food from the tiger's mouth in front of the Radiant Sovereign, stealing the corpses of the Four Divine Beasts, obtaining the godheads of the Four Divine Beasts, and refining the White Tiger Sovereign's sovereign godhead to become a Sovereign himself. Beirut still had three sovereign godheads in his possession, and he naturally hoped to cultivate his sons so they could also become Sovereigns.

Unfortunately, Harry, Harvey, and Hart simply did not understand the painstaking efforts of their old father.

He had even gone to his good friend Dunnington to refine soul fragments, at a significant cost.

Alas, his three sons were just not up to the task.

Kolan left the Forest of Darkness, his soul power spreading outward.

Now that his soul power had reached its limit, Kolan's soul energy could spread through the air for a range of five thousand miles.

This range was incredibly exaggerated; even for a Saint Realm peak mage, once their soul reached its limit, their soul energy could only spread through the air for five hundred miles. Kolan's range was ten times that!

Of course, the coverage of soul energy varies across different materials. While his coverage in the air was five thousand miles, when passing through solids, his spiritual energy could cover at most five hundred miles.

Kolan was attempting to see if he could find that Miniature Plane Space.

After all, the Chaotic Territory was too vast. It was impossible for Kolan to search the entire Chaotic Territory; that would be too conspicuous, and he would surely be captured by Beirut for study.

But if he did it while on the way, that would be a different story!

"Eh, what a massive magic crystal vein!" Kolan's eyes lit up.

The magic crystal vein he discovered was huge, with its longest point spanning twenty miles, and it was quite deep as well—more than ten times larger than the largest magic crystal vein in the history of the Yulan Continent.

Just this single magic crystal vein was worth hundreds of billions of gold coins!

Kolan flew rapidly toward the magic crystal vein.

Then, Kolan used his sword to carve out an underground passage leading to that spot and summoned a Blood Specter to guard the entrance.

Soon, Kolan reached the core.

The magic crystals at the core of the vein were of extremely high quality, reaching the level of rank seven and rank eight magic cores, with a very small number even comparable to rank nine magic cores.

However, Kolan's attention was entirely captured by the door before him!

"As expected, my soul power cannot detect this door; it's as if it doesn't exist!" Kolan discovered that his spiritual energy could not penetrate behind the door at all.

Taking out his divine artifact armor, Kolan walked straight inside.

"Chi chi—"

Like blades, the energy currents slashed at Kolan thousands of times the instant he crossed the threshold, sparks flying off the surface of his divine artifact armor.

"This Miniature Plane Space is truly miraculous." Kolan looked around, unable to help but exclaim in wonder.

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

Inside, it was laid out like a meditation chamber, with only a simple bed, a table, and a chair. This spherical space was protected by a membrane, shielding it from external interference and destruction.

Surrounding the miniature space, beyond that transparent membrane, was the chaotic spatial turbulence.

Colorful spatial turbulence and spatial rifts appeared from time to time; the terrifying power was enough to make Kolan feel horrified just by looking at it.

"For Beirut to be able to carve out such a Miniature Plane Space, I fear that even before he became a Sovereign, if he didn't rely on his innate divine ability, he must have fused at least four profound mysteries and reached the level of a Prefecture Lord." Kolan marveled inwardly.

To be able to carve out such a miniature space, his strength was absolutely astonishing.

Not to mention, it had existed for who knows how many years.

Afterward, Kolan began to sense the dense elemental energy of heaven and earth around him.

The seven paths of earth, fire, water, wind, lightning, light, and darkness were all unprecedentedly dense. Beyond these seven paths, Kolan also felt other surging energies—these were death energy, destruction energy, life energy, and fate energy. These four types of energy were even more profound than the seven elemental energies.

Even though Kolan's elemental affinity was shockingly low, he could still sense the various elements.

"This is truly a treasure land for cultivation. Cultivating here probably wouldn't be much worse than in the Divine Planes or the Supreme Planes," Kolan praised.

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

He did not immediately begin cultivating in the Miniature Space; after all, he had only left the Mist Valley two days ago, and he still wanted to walk around and enjoy himself.

Life was about more than just cultivation!

Having left the Blood Specter here to stand guard, Kolan was not worried about this place being discovered.

This Blood Specter was, after all, a peak Saint Realm expert.

Kolan began to wander around the Chaotic Territory.

The Yulan Continent had several rather chaotic regions, such as the Far East Prairie, the Chaotic Territory, and the Eighteen Northern Duchies.

Among them, the Far East Prairie was plagued by constant warfare; the prairie cavalry were known for their cruelty and possessed a warlike bloodline, organized into tribes. Back when the Yulan Empire unified the Yulan Continent, they only managed to maintain rule over the Far East Prairie for three thousand years before abandoning it.

The Eighteen Northern Duchies, on the other hand, worshipped the Goddess of Ice and Snow, and the Temple of the Goddess of Ice and Snow was the holy land of that region.

The Goddess of Ice and Snow had a special relationship with Beirut; it could be said that the area was under Beirut's protection, and no one would dare to covet it, because those who had were already dead.

As for this Chaotic Territory, it was the most chaotic place in the entire human domain of the Yulan Continent, famous for its disorder. There were only duchies here, no kingdoms, and these duchies were constantly being destroyed and established, their numbers ever-changing amidst extremely frequent warfare.

Moreover, a beast tide would occur in this chaos every few decades, with countless magical beasts rushing from the Magical Beast Mountain Range into the Chaotic Territory, resulting in tens or even hundreds of millions of casualties.

Kolan had experienced that tragic scene three times, and it was absolutely heart-wrenching.