The Last Words of an Immortal Emperor

This question had troubled Lin Cheng for a long time.

Where exactly was the Lesser Immortal Realm located?

Why did other small worlds enter the Heavenly Realm through ascension passages, while he had crossed reincarnation itself—and even encountered all manner of terrifying tribulations within it? He felt that he might have been misled. Ordinary ascension passages might not have been so complicated at all, merely simple spacetime corridors linking the Heavenly Realm and small worlds.

"...It can't be what I'm imagining, can it?"

Lin Cheng had some half-formed thoughts, yet found them somewhat shocking. "This question will be answered someday. Right now, the pressing matter is to resolve this endlessly repeating Spacetime Small World and leave this place."

The throne before him was made entirely of bones, yet it did not feel the least bit horrifying. On the contrary, it possessed an indescribable beauty. All manner of incomparably wondrous auras flowed across it. If no one told them otherwise, those unaware of the truth would likely never take these bones for ordinary bones, but rather some exceedingly precious gemstones. Even the finest treasures and jade stones in the Heavenly Realm fell more than a level short when compared to the material of this throne.

He gently tried to move the throne. Sure enough, it would not budge.

The system space could not store it either.

"What a pity. It would've been great if I could take it with me. This throne looks like a pretty good treasure..." Lin Cheng did not particularly value the throne's power, nor did he care what miraculous functions it possessed. He mainly thought that taking it outside would make him look rather impressive.

A throne forged entirely from the skeletons of powerful experts—if he could also move this great hall away, then find somewhere to