"Head north?"
"That's right. Although this small world, created with Yao Emperor as its core and the Eight Emperors as shared material, is not small, it is naturally not truly boundless. It has its borders."
"At the northernmost end of this small world lies our true burial ground. Whether it is me or your ancestors, we left everything we had in the end there."
Red Emperor slowly spread open his palm as he spoke.
As Red Emperor's voice fell, his body also gradually became more and more illusory.
"Senior Red Emperor?"
Seeing Red Emperor grow increasingly insubstantial as he spoke, Xiao Yan's heart jolted. Before he could say anything, however, Red Emperor raised a hand, signaling him to remain calm.
"What you see now is merely a lingering remnant of consciousness left behind by this inheritance itself."
Red Emperor waved his hand and said openly, "Now that you have successfully received the inheritance of the Red Emperor's Flame, the mission for which I existed has come to an end. Before I disperse, I will relay the information gained from speaking with you to my true body in the northern region—though, even so, his condition is probably no better than mine."
"Even Senior's true body is the same?"
Xiao Yan frowned instinctively, finding it rather difficult to believe.
"Yes... but explaining that would be troublesome. It is not something a mere remnant of consciousness like me, one about to disperse, can explain clearly to you in a few words."
"So, if you wish to know, it would be best for you to head to the northern region as soon as possible."
"There, what we encountered and what happened after we left in the past may perhaps give you an answer."
At this point, Red Emperor could not help but smile. "Sigh—come