# Chapter 1531: Small World Turmoil
"Search!" The middle-aged man seated at the table tapped on the sandalwood desk, his voice low and deep: "You let so many people slip away right under your noses. Even if you find them, you still can't take them down!"
Upon hearing this low and deep voice, the people below began to sweat from their foreheads. Eastern Emperor buried his head even deeper, not daring to make a sound—he didn't even have the right to speak here.
At that moment, the middle-aged man slowly stood up, causing the people below to grow even more tense.
"Eastern Emperor." The middle-aged man called out, and Eastern Emperor immediately felt his entire body tighten. "Your subordinate is here!"
"You, after all, possess orthodox bloodline. Although you were exiled to develop a foundation in the small world because you couldn't become an emperor on your own, the clan still spent no small price to nurture you." The middle-aged man spoke calmly, causing Eastern Emperor's body to nearly prostrate itself. He knew this middle-aged man's temperament well—decisive in killing, extremely ruthless in his methods. If he truly developed the intent to kill, he would directly obliterate him.
"Your subordinate is willing to give his all!" Eastern Emperor said tremblingly.
"Since that Sword Emperor won't allow the small world to be restrained, then go to your small world and let the people there know that the world they live in is merely a small world of the powerful. Additionally, inform the envoy to relax the entry and exit conditions. Let things take their natural course." The middle-aged man said calmly, but it caused Eastern Emperor's heart to tremble violently. He could imagine that when he spread this news and let the people of that world learn that their world was merely a small world of the powerful, how shocking it would be. Probably countless people would want to surge into the great world. Order would be thrown into chaos!
"Relax the entry and exit conditions!" Eastern Emperor didn't quite understand the middle-aged man's intention, but he didn't dare ask further. It seemed that from now on, the prodigies born from the Eight Wastelands and Nine Abyss would begin to surge into this true world, including the few Martial Emperors who hadn't descended this time, their monstrous disciples, and some other outstanding younger generation.
A day later, Eastern Emperor returned to the Eight Wastelands. Together with Qi Emperor, they used their power to begin spreading the news: this world was a small world; Holy City Central Continent was the true world. After the news spread through the Eight Wastelands and Nine Abyss, it stirred up a massive uproar. Countless people were shocked speechless upon learning this. They recalled those Martial Emperors who had disappeared in the past, thought of the Eight Wastelands Emperors from that day's battle, and the mysterious envoy. They basically believed the rumors—that so-called Holy City Central Continent was the true great world.
This news left countless people speechless, their minds trembling.
In the Southern Wasteland, at the ruins of the Sky Dome Immortal Palace, Xue Biyao stood atop the rubble. Her exquisite face looked into the distance as she murmured softly: "Here... is a small world."
In the Western Wasteland, two stunning sisters stood together, gazing into the distance at the rolling sea of clouds. Was all of that... fake?
In the Barren Wasteland, within the Demon Emperor Hall's secret realm, the Golden-Winged Great Roc radiated ten thousand feet of golden light, blasting illusory peaks into collapse one after another. His body let out a long cry as he charged out of the heavens and earth. His golden eyes radiated infinite sharpness: "I am the divine bird Golden-Winged Great Roc. I will walk out of the Eight Wastelands and step into the great world. Even heaven cannot stop me. Prophet, your prophecy will definitely not be accurate!"
A batch of rising young talents all turned their gazes toward the Eastern Wasteland. Rumors said that there lay the end of the world—the entrance to the great world!
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Inside the tribal ancient castle, Lin Feng sat outside the door, very quiet. He gazed at the parasol tree in front of him, his eyes peaceful and tranquil. Not a trace of aura emanated from his body, carrying an otherworldly air.
"Lin Feng, daydreaming again? How is your master doing?" An old man beside him called out with a laugh.
"Grandpa Bai, my master is much better!" Lin Feng said with a smile.
"Haha, don't you know who Yun'er is? She's our tribe's goddess. Countless tribal men pursue her, but none have ever succeeded. Lin Feng, why don't you give it a try too!" Grandpa Bai was in a good mood and continued teasing: "But let me tell you, Yun'er has very high standards. She said she'd only consider a young man at the Venerable Lord level. You'll need to work hard!"
"I don't think there's much hope!" Lin Feng said peacefully, shrugging slightly, which made Grandpa Bai laugh heartily again.
"Grandpa Bai, are you gossiping about me again!" Mu Yun walked out, a hint of girlish shyness appearing in her beautiful eyes. Lin Feng turned his head and saw her expression, momentarily stunned. When Mu Yun treated Yu Emperor, she appeared exceptionally sacred. Now, with her tall, slender figure and soft features showing this maidenly demeanor, she seemed especially charming. Even Lin Feng, who was used to seeing beautiful women, sighed inwardly.
Collecting his thoughts, Lin Feng showed Mu Yun a gentle smile and nodded slightly.
Mu Yun was also momentarily stunned by that handsome and radiant smile, then nodded back. Apart from when she was treating Yu Emperor, Lin Feng almost never spoke to her voluntarily. He was completely different from the men she had encountered before. His clear eyes held a vicissitude different from others, giving the feeling that he had been tempered by the passage of time, yet they were still so pure.
"Just joking around. This kid Lin Feng sits around idle all day, not even pursuing martial arts. I wouldn't even agree if he wanted to pursue you." Grandpa Bai said jokingly, as if trying to provoke Lin Feng. But neither he nor Mu Yun saw any unusual expression on Lin Feng's face. He still leaned back in his bamboo chair, watching the ancient parasol tree in front of him, occasionally gazing at the void above the desert. The sun in the desert had a unique beauty, especially at sunrise and sunset, giving a strong visual impact.
Mu Yun smiled faintly, while Old Man Bai was speechless. This guy was truly impervious to any provocation.
Night gradually fell over the desert. Mu Yun and Old Man Bai returned, and the tribal crowd slowly dispersed. Lin Feng walked toward his own courtyard, but at that moment, Lightning Martial Emperor's figure once again blocked his path. His cold pupils seemed to shoot out bolts of lightning. He reached out and suddenly grabbed Lin Feng's throat, saying coldly: "Over ten days. I've waited long enough!"
Lin Feng frowned. In a nearby house, Yu Emperor's figure emerged, saying coldly: "Release him!"
"If you don't transmit the complete lower half of the Emperor Scripture to me through divine thought today, I will kill him!" Lightning Martial Emperor spat out a cold, low voice. Lin Feng's eyes flickered, then he nodded: "Fine. Let's go to the desert outside the tribe to avoid causing divine thought disturbances!"
This time, Lightning Martial Emperor was stunned. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to agree so readily today. But soon, a brilliant smile appeared in his eyes. He released Lin Feng and said with a laugh: "Wouldn't it have been better to agree earlier? Why make things so difficult? Once I get the complete Emperor Scripture, I'll naturally let you go!"
"Let's talk outside first!" Lin Feng quietly stepped forward. Lightning Martial Emperor and Yu Emperor both followed behind him. The three moved at terrifying speeds, traveling silently through the night. In no time, they had left the ancient castle and arrived in the yellow sand—a deserted area.
"Alright, this place is good. Begin!" Lightning Martial Emperor couldn't wait any longer. The Emperor Scripture was about to be his!
"Senior, after you get the Emperor Scripture, don't think about killing us to silence us. I still have the Great Dream Ancient Scripture on me. In a month, I'll transmit it to you through divine thought!" Lin Feng said to Lightning Martial Emperor, making the other man's smile even richer.
"Good, good. How could I possibly kill you!" Lightning Martial Emperor said.
But in his heart, he was already scheming, muttering inwardly: "This Lin Feng is extremely cautious. Knowing he can't stall any longer, he uses the Great Dream Ancient Scripture to tempt me and prevent me from killing him. Fine, I'll wait until you've given me all the treasures on you, then kill you. Can you possibly turn the tide?"
He was very confident. Lin Feng was only at the Seventh Layer of Venerable Martial Realm—no threat to him. Yu Emperor was just a Martial Emperor from a small world, and heavily injured at that. How could he possibly contend with him?
"Senior, I'll begin now!" Lin Feng began to gather his divine thought power. Lightning Martial Emperor's eyes flashed with brilliance. He was finally about to obtain the complete Great Emperor Scripture. How could he not be excited?
Lin Feng's divine thought began to enter the space between Lightning Martial Emperor's brows. The latter didn't dare to relax completely. A thread of his divine thought power still kept watch on Yu Emperor. After all, this guy was a Martial Emperor—he still needed to be on guard.
The divine thought memories continuously entered Lightning Martial Emperor's mind. He grew more and more excited. However, at that moment, within Lin Feng's divine thought, strands of pitch-black power suddenly attached themselves, burrowing into Lightning Martial Emperor's brow along with the divine thought memories.
Lightning Martial Emperor's brow twitched slightly. Then, as if sensing something, his eyes suddenly snapped open. Dazzling lightning radiance burst from his pupils!