Qin Fen Really Didn't Want to Twist Such a Serious Matter

As a member of the imperial clan, Mitsui possessed at least a measure of restraint. Unfortunately, in these Three Thousand Lesser Worlds, after the Immortal-Mortal Separation, although the island had strictly developed along the lines of the Mortal Realm, it had gained something unusual as well: myths and legends.

Monsters that could never appear in the Mortal Realm still existed in this similar place, which followed the same historical trajectory. That was the difference between the Three Thousand Lesser Worlds and the Mortal Realm. It retained spiritual energy and mystery, yet under the workings of the Heavenly Dao, it continued advancing toward the history of the Mortal Realm. It was somewhat absurd.

But why was it like this? Only by asking the Heavenly Dao could one probably understand its intentions.

Qin Fen held his phone, completely unable to make sense of it. He had added Inoue, not Mitsui. The reply he received was in Chinese, not islander writing. A hidden hand was controlling all of this.

He thought he had shaken up an ordinary Japanese guy, never realizing that person was the actual ruler of an island in another world. These people were all remnants of an incomplete Immortal-Mortal Separation and had been preserved. However, the inertia of history—or rather, the development of the greater trend—could not be stopped. Thus, these islander descendants had likewise established a country with an ancient style.

As for whether the Three Thousand Lesser Worlds had any connection to the present-day Mortal Realm, what sort of connection it was, or what the Heavenly Dao was planning—what the hell did Qin Fen know? He had never even considered any of that.

Qin Fen simply thought the guy was a lunatic. Haunted? Had he watched so many horror movies that his brain had fried?

His brain really