The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

If it were anyone else, hearing Wan Shan Di's offer would have likely been enough to make them agree to the deal.

After all, accepting meant obtaining an Emperor Weapon and an Emperor Technique. With a Great Dao Oath in place, there'd be no fear of Wan Shan Di going back on his word.

Refusing, on the other hand, meant facing the threat of mutual destruction with an ancient Great Emperor.

Whichever way one looked at it, agreeing seemed like the better choice. It was, after all, a free Emperor Weapon and Technique—what was there to hesitate over?

But Fang Ting was different.

He didn't trust Wan Shan Di—more precisely, he didn't trust a ruthless and scheming figure who had used the lives of countless Saint King cultivators to revive himself.

He believed that even with the Great Dao Oath in place, Wan Shan Di might still have hidden tricks, and if that was the case, there was no room to agree.

More importantly, based on his own analysis, Fang Ting was convinced that Wan Shan Di's current state made it almost impossible for him to produce a trump card powerful enough to take Fang Ting down with him.

And so, without even a word—Fang Ting acted.

"You—what are you doing?!"

Wan Shan Di hadn't expected Fang Ting to attack without any warning. After all, he'd already offered terms no ordinary person could refuse. Was this man just... too greedy?

But Fang Ting couldn't care less what he thought.

His vast divine sense surged into the crimson orb, transforming into countless sharp blades that began slicing through the extremely weak divine soul of Wan Shan Di.

"Stop! Stop!! I yield! Whatever you say, I'll do it!!"

Sensing Fang Ting's murderous intent, Wan Shan Di finally panicked.

At this moment, any dignity he once had as an ancient Great Emperor was utterly gone—his only goal was to survive.

But Fang Ting only sneered, saying nothing, and instead increased the force of his attack.

Wan Shan Di, once a mighty figure who could erase Fang Ting with a mere glance or a thread of pressure, was now just a fragment of a soul—and an incredibly weak one at that.

He stood no chance.

"Aaaahhhhh!!"

Wan Shan Di's agonized screams echoed through the orb as Fang Ting erased the final trace of his divine soul.

Then, Fang Ting unleashed a soul-searching technique to extract the man's memories.

A Great Emperor's life was unimaginably vast and complex. Even for Fang Ting, it took a full hour just to digest the basics.

"As I suspected—his plan was almost exactly what I guessed."

"And not just him—there are quite a few ancient and even pre-ancient era Emperors who've died but are still trying to resurrect themselves. Each method more twisted than the last."

"'Everyone for themselves, and to hell with the rest of the world'—this applies even to the Emperor Realm."

After a long breath, Fang Ting searched Wan Shan Di's memories for the locations of the Emperor Weapon, Technique, and control methods for the small world.

He soon found them.

Within the small world, there were over ten thousand flying mountains. Wan Shan Di had hidden his Emperor Weapon, Emperor Technique, and the secret key to the realm inside a barren, treeless mountain with very little vegetation.

The mountain had been guarded with powerful restrictions—even a Saint King couldn't break through, and if Wan Shan Di hadn't fallen, even Fang Ting wouldn't be able to take anything from it.

But now that Wan Shan Di's soul had been wiped out, all the mountain laws and restrictions vanished.

At the same time, the gravity field that had once pressed down on the entire small world suddenly disappeared.

The realm had returned to normal space.

"Boom, boom, boom—!!"

Mountains that had floated for hundreds of thousands of years began to plummet from the sky, slamming into the ground with earth-shaking force, forming deep craters.

Some mountains that had once stood over 30,000 feet high, after crashing and embedding into the earth, were now reduced to about 10,000 feet above ground.

Fang Ting wasn't near any falling mountains, so he felt nothing.

But in other areas of the realm, some Saint Kings were close enough to witness the mountains fall with their own eyes, leaving them shocked.

"What's going on?! These mountains have floated for hundreds of thousands of years—why are they falling?!"

"And the gravity that made it impossible to fly—is also gone?!"

"Could it be… someone has obtained the Myriad Mountain Emperor's legacy?!"

"Doesn't matter. Something big just happened. Best to get out while we still can."

"Agreed."

Those who were more cautious chose to leave immediately upon seeing these changes. No hesitation whatsoever.

After all, anyone who could reach the Saint King Realm had not only talent and luck, but a healthy sense of caution. Without it, they'd have died dozens of times by now.

And in a place like this—a small world left behind by a Great Emperor—if anything this unusual happened, the safest move was always to leave.

No matter how valuable the treasure, it wasn't worth your life.

Following this sudden change, over twenty Saint Kings chose to exit the small world.

The remaining few were either reckless or unwilling to give up.

The reckless believed that the greatest treasures always appear at moments of greatest danger.

The unwilling believed that, after waiting so long for this opportunity, they couldn't just walk away now.

Among them were the five black-robed Saint Kings who had previously ambushed Fang Ting. Two had already died from the summit poison. One, locked in battle with Shen Hongyi for half an hour without a clear winner, had withdrawn. The remaining two were still chasing Yin Xianhong.

Even after the realm began changing, they refused to give up.

These were the kinds of people who had once dared to ambush Fang Ting. They were braver—and more desperate—than most.

They also knew: if they could capture Yin Xianhong, they could bait Fang Ting, and from there, get access to the Fang Clan's priceless treasures.

That thought alone kept them in pursuit. Unless they had no other choice, they wouldn't give up.

Back at the mountain summit, Fang Ting turned to look around.

Surrounding him were piles of sacred weapons and storage treasures—so many they dazzled the eyes.

These were the spoils of over a hundred dead Saint Kings.

Just thinking about it, he knew how unimaginable that wealth was.

Many of the dead likely died here precisely because they'd seen these treasures and couldn't resist taking a step closer.

Only someone like Fang Ting, with the Flawless Sacred Body, could freely walk this poisoned land, completely unharmed.

Anyone else would be nothing but bone dust.

He waved his hand, and all the weapons and treasures disappeared into his storage.

Once he made sure nothing was left behind, he turned to leave.

He activated a jade slip to send messages, checking in on Shen Hongyi and Yin Xianhong.

He was confident Shen Hongyi would be fine—at least his battle had been one-on-one. But Yin Xianhong had been fighting two at once, which was far more dangerous.

A short while later, he got a reply from Shen Hongyi.

Then, two more incense sticks' worth of time passed before Yin Xianhong finally responded.

As soon as Fang Ting learned she was still being chased, he and Shen Hongyi didn't hesitate for a moment.

They turned and raced off in her direction.