After all, Emperor Fall Land was simply too vast, and it only opened once every ten thousand years.
The major sects and Holy Lands had explored far too little of this secret realm's interior. Many regions remained unknown to this day.
More troublesome still, the mountain ranges and terrain within Emperor Fall Land shifted over time. Maps marked during its previous opening would be more than half inaccurate by the time it opened again.
The maps issued by the Holy Lands were only for reference and could not serve as reliable guides.
Thus, Qin Yan simply stopped worrying about direction. He picked a heading and flew straight ahead.
One day later.
"Jun Qingyu, where do you think you're going?!"
A low, thunderous shout suddenly rang out ahead of Qin Yan.
The voice exploded through the air like muffled thunder, carrying undisguised killing intent.
"Hmm? Jun Qingyu?" Qin Yan paused slightly, his brows knitting together.
The name sounded somewhat familiar. He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
Moreover, that low shout also gave him a sense of familiarity.
"It's Jun Qingyu, the Third Princess of the Ancient Trace Kingdom! And the one who shouted... is Jun Wentian!"
Qin Yan suddenly remembered.
Jun Wentian!
The eldest prince who had ambushed him in the Ruined Battlefield of the Ancient Trace Kingdom!
Had he not possessed enough tricks and powerful trump cards in that battle, he would have been killed on the spot long ago.
This hatred could not be reconciled under the same sky.
Qin Yan had originally planned to personally travel to the Ancient Trace Kingdom and take the eldest prince's life after reaching the True King Realm.
By then, even if Jun Wentian's father wished to stop him, there would be nothing he could do.
Yet now, the man had