’It’s time to go back...’

Emperor Jing of Liang looked at the endless sea of clouds before him and thought.

His return had two purposes.

First was to find someone in that small world with the potential to ascend and bring them up.

As long as he could bring new battle forces to the Celestial Sect, the Master of the Celestial Gate would grant him more Celestial Medicine.

The medicinal power of the Celestial Medicine was far beyond his imagination.

After taking the Celestial Medicine, he felt that the elixirs from the Lower Realm had very low medicinal power.

He didn’t know how many elixirs from the Lower Realm he would have to take to match a single Celestial Medicine.

Moreover, all cultivators have resistance to medicine; the more elixirs one takes, the weaker the medicinal power becomes.

Therefore, the medicinal power of the Celestial Medicine cannot be matched by simply consuming more elixirs from the Lower Realm.

The Lower Realm where he was now was one of the worlds being contested by Buddhism and Taoism.

This small world was not yet controlled by either the "Spirit Mountain" of the Buddhist Sect or the "Celestial Court" of the Daoist Sect.

Thus, other forces smaller than "Spirit Mountain" and "Celestial Court," such as the "White Lotus," were able to establish footholds in the small world and recruit those with potential.

He wanted to take advantage of this time, using the power and resources available to the Human Emperor of the Lower Realm, to gather as many potential individuals as possible and bring them up.

Second, he needed to go to the Lower Realm to make further preparations for his ascent to the Merging Realm.

The next realm after the Tribulation Seed Realm is the "Merging Realm."

Reaching this realm requires considering which "Dao" to merge with to enhance one’s combat power.

Among the Daos, there is one known as the "Human Emperor Dao."

It is said that several powerful cultivators from the Upper Realm also merged with this Dao when they were in the Merging Realm.

The "Human Emperor Dao" involves cultivation through the "Dragon Qi" of one’s ruling dynasty.

The premise of cultivating the "Human Emperor Dao" is that the cultivator must be the ruler of a dynasty.

And he just so happened to be the emperor of a powerful empire, making the cultivation of the "Human Emperor Dao" ideal for him.

Moreover, when he achieved a 30% progress in the "Human Emperor Dao," by residing in his small world, he could enhance his strength significantly.

With this decision made, once he returned to the Lower Realm, he planned to leave his physical body there and send part of his spirit to roam the Upper Realm.

The spirit and body are one; the Celestial Medicine he consumed with his spirit in the Upper Realm could influence his physical body to a certain extent.

Even if he faced danger in the Upper Realm, it would only harm that part of his spirit.

If someone pursued him to the Lower Realm, he could sit in the small world, leveraging the Imperial Dragon Qi, to fight with an advantage.

After planning everything, Emperor Jing of Liang gestured with his hand.

A sudden clanging sound rang out as a brilliant golden light flew from his cave mansion.

With a grasp of his hand, he held this golden light in his grip.

The golden light solidified into a longsword.

The sword blade was like autumn water, with a hint of seven-colored luminescence, and the sword’s hilt was a dark gold color.

This was the sword he received from the Master of the Celestial Gate upon entering the Celestial Sect, named "Longxiao."

The Master of the Celestial Gate, knowing he was an emperor of a realm, had given this sword to him.

If this sword were to be merged with Imperial Dragon Qi, its power would be even greater.

Emperor Jing of Liang’s cave mansion was situated on a floating island, with an endless sea of clouds below.

With the Longxiao Sword in hand, he swung it downward.

In an instant, the sword exuded an intimidating aura, emitting a golden brilliance like the scorching sun from both the blade and the hilt.

As he swung the sword, a golden light burst out, like a silken ribbon, sweeping across the sea of clouds below.

With a boom, the sea of clouds suddenly split open, forming a rift as large as a small river.

Looking down into the rift, there was a pitch-black abyss.

Within the darkness, over three thousand points of light moved slowly, resembling a flowing river.

This was the Three Thousand Small Worlds below.

After spending some time in the Upper Realm, Emperor Jing of Liang immediately recognized the small world he originated from.

The light from that small world was dimmer compared to the few brightest points of light but significantly brighter than those dull, almost disappearing small worlds.

In short, the small world he belonged to was middling among all the small worlds, neither high nor low.

’When I return, I can bring some Spirit Plant Seeds from the Upper Realm to the Lower Realm; perhaps they can be cultivated.’

’Moreover, by passing down some Celestial Realm cultivation techniques to train martial artists, this small world might become stronger, thereby increasing my Imperial Dragon Qi!’

Emperor Jing of Liang looked at the small world he hailed from, eyes bright with thoughts of the future.

’In that world, the White Lotus Sect remains a great menace, while the Great Buddha Temple and True Profound Sect eye it with malicious intent.’

’I don’t even know how my descendants are doing. Ji Chongsheng is watching over things below, so there should be no major issues...’

’My sons must be eager to ascend the throne, but unfortunately, ascending to the Merging Realm is no easy feat. I estimate I’ll be an emperor in this small world for a thousand years.’

’Perhaps after breaking through the Merging Realm, I may relinquish the throne of the Human Emperor.’

’However, who knows if my sons can hold on until then.’

’By that time, perhaps it will be my great-grandson who inherits the throne.’

Emperor Jing of Liang pondered many things, then suddenly collected his thoughts, and gently tapped the ground with his right foot.

He gripped the Longxiao Sword in his right hand, carrying it on his back, and floated gracefully upwards, drawing an arc in the air, heading towards the river of the Three Thousand Small Worlds below.

With a thought, his spiritual power enveloped him like a liquid, radiating seven-colored streams of light, surrounding his entire body.