In a blood-red Demon Soul Realm, the Great Saint of the Tempest, Fengg Kui, grows increasingly frustrated as he flies.

So far, he has killed three ’Ye Zhen’s, but unfortunately, each one was an illusion.

This leaves Fengg Kui extremely puzzled.

Because during the process of breaking these three illusion clones of Ye Zhen, he has flown back and forth over five million miles.

Five million miles is a distance that, even at his speed, forces him to fly at high speed for over half a quarter-hour.

And this is where the mystery lies: with the speed of his Green Winged Wind Kite, carrying the Bloodline of Strong Wind, even he must fly for over half a quarter-hour.

So, how does this Ye Zhen distribute his illusory bodies to different locations in this blood-red sky?

Puzzled, Fengg Kui fully reveals his True Body, retracts his Protective Spirit Force, and takes a deep breath.

Hmm, the air is normal.

Then, Fengg Kui plunges to the ground, transforms into human form, and with lightning speed strikes in succession. Stones, blood-colored branches, grass, and leaves — they are all real.

Chewing them, there is a bitter taste and a faint juice.

The soil is real too, with a peculiar bloody smell!

A gigantic Wind Blade slashes out, instantly blasting a crater a thousand meters deep into the ground, after which Fengg Kui’s Divine Sense sweeps through the crater like a storm.

He then begins to knead the soil again and sniffs it a few times.

"It’s real!"

"This is not an illusory realm, nor some space, but a truly existing Little World!" Muttering to himself, joy emerges in Fengg Kui’s eyes.

Based on the evidence, he formed a rough hypothesis.

Ye Zhen’s illusory body, which can instantaneously leap across millions of miles, might be due to mastery over the Space Law of this Little World.

However, if Ye Zhen truly mastered the Space Law of this blood-red Little World, he would wield the Power of Laws to greatly restrict or even crush Fengg Kui.

Clearly, Ye Zhen lacks this ability.

Then, the conclusion becomes self-evident.

As the saying goes, "a man’s name remains wherever he goes", some powerful beings from ancient times wish to leave something behind as their life reaches its end.

What can endure for eternity may not be martial arts or a nation, but a Little World.

Unless it encounters a great tribulation of heaven and earth, or a battle between top-tier Creation Gods, the Little Worlds painstakingly condensed by ancient powers will not be destroyed.

Some ancient powers would forge certain treasures, like Formation Plate Cores or key-like artifacts, to facilitate the inheritance of their Little Worlds.

These treasures grant them mastery over the Little World, offering privileges akin to its master or owner within the Little World.

Fengg Kui estimates that Ye Zhen, at this moment, is capable of traversing millions of miles in the blood-red Little World due to possessing a similar treasure.

However, his control seems weak, otherwise, he wouldn’t only flee without attacking!

In an instant, the gaze of the Great Saint of the Tempest, Fengg Kui, turns hot, turning from fervent to ecstatic!

"Hahahahaha, it appears this journey is not in vain!"

"I originally thought this matter was just to repay Tup Menn, that Old Fox, but surprisingly, I discovered such a unique Little World.

This time, it’s a big gain for me!

My hope of reaching the Late Dao Realm might lie within this blood-red Little World!"

In the next moment, Fengg Kui lets out a sharp whistle, soaring into the sky.

From this moment on, his goal has changed.

Previously, the goal was to kill Ye Zhen to repay a favor.

But now, it has transitioned to killing Ye Zhen at all costs to seize this blood-red Little World!

At the same instant, within the Demon Soul Hall, Ye Zhen has donned the attire of the Left Chief Priest of the Barbarian Spirit Hall, with a small altar about ten meters in diameter already set up at the center of the Demon Soul Hall.

A drop of Spirit Blood flies from Ye Zhen’s fingertip, and as Ye Zhen points with his index finger, the drop of Spirit Blood flies towards the center of the altar, while Ye Zhen’s hands rapidly perform a series of mysterious and profound Hand Seals.

Each Hand Seal cast drops a Spirit Light onto the small altar, causing it to shine brighter. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

In a few breaths, the brilliance of the small altar grows brighter, but no aura fluctuation escapes.

"Could it be due to the separation of One Realm, or is my pulling force here too weak?"

Puzzled, Ye Zhen casually produces a container of Five-clawed True Dragon Essence Blood and pours it onto the small altar.

The Spirit Pillar at the center of the small altar turns bright blood-red as it erupts with dazzling brilliance, and a surging power begins to ripple across the Spirit Pillar.

This causes Ye Zhen to furrow his brows. Normally, he only needs a drop of Spirit Blood and the Secret Technique of the Inherited Divine Messenger to summon Divine Archer Yiz Lie in a short time.

But now, it is abnormal; not only does it require a container of the Essence Blood of a powerful Five-clawed True Dragon, but it also takes nearly a hundred breaths, and the War Spirit has yet to appear.

Just as Ye Zhen becomes puzzled, the Spirit Pillar at the center of the small altar suddenly quivers, and a rather distressed apparition emerges from the Spirit Pillar, gradually solidifying into a form.

It is Divine Archer Yiz Lie.

At almost the same moment, far away on the Primordial Continent in Luoyi, within the Ancestor God Temple, Princess Changle, the Spirit Hall Master of the Barbarian Spirit Hall, who was handling the daily affairs of the Barbarian Spirit Hall in the main hall, suddenly furrows her brows and involuntarily looks towards the direction of the Holy Spirit Peak enshrined deep within the Spirit Hall.

Just now, there was a disturbance in the aura of the War Spirit in the Holy Spirit Peak; the power aura of a War Spirit disappeared by more than ninety percent.

This usually indicates that the War Spirit was summoned by an Inherited Divine Messenger.

Currently, within the Barbarian Spirit Hall, besides her as the Inherited Deputy Envoy, the only other capable of summoning the War Spirit is the Inherited Divine Messenger, Ye Zhen.

"Could it be that Brother Ye encountered trouble?" Princess Changle’s brows furrow.

"Divine Envoy Ye, where is this place? I thought of coming here, but why was it so laborious, and the initial blood guide was so weak it was barely perceptible?" Divine Archer Yiz Lie asks.

"This is another Little World!"

"Oh, I see, no wonder it was so laborious! I wonder what important matter Ye Shen has this time to summon me."

The words of Divine Archer Yiz Lie instantly unravel Ye Zhen’s puzzle.

No wonder it was so slow and consumed so much Essence Blood this time; it turns out it’s because of the separation of One Realm.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen reacts with a start, a foreboding feeling emerging in his heart.

He quickly asks, "General Yiz Lie, how much combat power do you have left after manifesting this time?"

Yiz Lie’s face shows a hint of helplessness, "Here, not only is there a separation of One Realm, but also the Primordial Continent is very far away, so my power is very limited now, at most I can exert four-tenths of my usual strength!"

"Only four-tenths?"

Ye Zhen’s expression turns grim; under normal circumstances, as the Inherited Divine Messenger, just with the small altar, he could let the summoned War Spirit exert over six-tenths of its combat power.

But now, it is beyond Ye Zhen’s expectations.

"It’s at most four-tenths! It’s decent enough to threaten beings at the Early Dao Realm!" Divine Archer Yiz Lie adds again, making Ye Zhen’s expression even grimmer.

"What’s wrong?" Divine Archer Yiz Lie also senses something amiss.

Ye Zhen quickly briefs Divine Archer Yiz Lie on the situation, causing Yiz Lie to furrow his brows, pondering for nearly a hundred breaths before speaking slowly!

"I am the Inherited Divine Messenger, we must protect you thoroughly. However, due to the vast distance and separation of One Realm, our projected power is too weak,

we can only rely on numbers." Yiz Lie states.

"Numbers?"

"Yes, as I mentioned last time, with some Creation Spirit Blood, another War Spirit in the Holy Spirit Peak will recover from its injuries and regain combat power.

Though half a year has passed, it has mostly recovered and is now ready for battle!" Yiz Lie says.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhen is delighted, "Another War Spirit is ready for battle? I wonder what type of War Spirit it is?"

"Use the Secret Technique to summon its manifestation, and you’ll know!" Yiz Lie replies with slight impatience.