710: Chapter 710 Six Regions!!

His fists clenched and relaxed, relaxed and clenched, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging.

"Two."

Qin Yan's voice remained calm, steady and unhurried.

He raised his wine cup and took a light sip of the Moonlight Clear Dew, his movements composed and elegant.

Xiao Han's face had already flushed red, from his neck to the tips of his ears, and from his ears to his cheeks.

"One."

Qin Yan drained the Moonlight Clear Dew in his cup, set it down, and gave Xiao Han one last look.

That look held no emotion, even carrying a hint of disappointment.

The countdown of three was over.

Xiao Han didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't step onto the Fighting Arena.

He just sat there, face flushed, silent as a statue.

"Now shut your mouth. Trash."

Qin Yan said indifferently, his voice calm.

For someone like this, he naturally didn't need to show any courtesy. If you give him face, he thinks you're a pushover;

if you yield to him, he thinks you're afraid of him.

Instead of that, it was better to shut him up once and for all, letting him know you weren't someone he could provoke at will.

"Qin Yan, I won't let you get away with this, I definitely won't!"

At this moment, Xiao Han hated Qin Yan to the core, the venom in his cold eyes churning like a physical substance.

He had never suffered such an insult.

From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the favored Genius of the Xiao Family, a talented Disciple of Diluo Valley, and the future True King in everyone's eyes.

Who dared to say "no" to him? Who dared to speak to him in that tone? Who dared to call him "trash" in public?

Qin Yan dared.

Not only did he dare, but in front of Su Qingwan and Yue Qing, and before all the Disciples of Taixuan Holy Land and Diluo Valley, he counted down to three and forced him into a corner.

He didn't dare to accept the challenge and could only lower his head in cowardice under everyone's watchful eyes.

He would remember this debt.

Qin Yan insulted him so much today; in the future, he would surely pay it back a thousandfold!

Qin Yan naturally felt Xiao Han's hatred.

His own eyes turned cold as he looked at Xiao Han.

If the timing weren't wrong today, he would have definitely killed Xiao Han.

One must pull up weeds by the roots.

But it was impossible now. Not only was the other party a Disciple of Diluo Valley, meaning he couldn't easily act against him, but he also didn't know how many life-saving trump cards the man had. He didn't have absolute certainty in killing Xiao Han.

Soon, Qin Yan suppressed the killing intent in his heart, turned to look at Yue Qing, and asked, "Miss Yue Qing, what is the Land of Emperors Fall?"

That fellow Xiao Han had just mentioned the Land of Emperors Fall, and from his tone, he seemed to have a chance to enter it?

"Land of Emperors Fall..."

Qin Yan pondered in his heart.

The name didn't sound simple.

Beside him, Su Qingwan's eyes also filled with contemplation upon hearing the words "Land of Emperors Fall."

She knew of this place; she had heard her elders mention it before coming to Taixuan Holy Land.

Yue Qing glanced at Xiao Han, then at Qin Yan, and finally let out a sigh.

This was all Xiao Han's own doing, looking for trouble where there was none.

None of this could be blamed on others.

Yue Qing organized her thoughts and said slowly, "The Land of Emperors Fall, to put it simply, is the place where an Emperor fell. The name of our valley, Diluo Valley, is also related to this."

Hearing this, Qin Yan's heart jolted.

The place where an Emperor fell?

An Emperor—that was a twelfth grade martial arts powerhouse!

twelfth grade Body Refining, twelfth grade Qi Refining, or 1,000 Hz spirit—whichever one reached the twelfth grade or 1,000 Hz spirit was enough to be called an 'Emperor.'

Emperor-level powerhouses stood above True Emperors. What they mastered were not rules or Laws, but the Great Dao.

It was the most original power between heaven and earth.

One must know that for Taixuan Holy Land to be ranked among the Holy Lands and possess a great reputation in the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, the most important point was—it had a twelfth grade Emperor presiding over it!

Qin Yan hadn't originally been aware of this.

Ordinary Disciples had no way of knowing how deep the foundation of Taixuan Holy Land truly was.

They only knew the Holy Land was strong, powerful, and extraordinary, but they couldn't explain exactly where that strength and power lay.

Qin Yan had originally been ignorant of this.

It was only during an exchange with Huang Jiuli that she had told him.

When he heard the news back then, his heart was filled with shock.

With an Emperor presiding over it, no wonder the Holy Land could stand tall for ten thousand years.

And now, there was actually a place where an Emperor had fallen; how could he not be shocked?

"An Emperor fell... what kind of existence could possibly kill an Emperor?"

Qin Yan thought to himself.

He didn't ask it aloud, but his gaze already betrayed his shock.

Yue Qing saw Qin Yan's shock and continued, "According to the conjectures of our valley's powerhouses, this fallen Emperor was likely from the ancient era, specifically an Emperor from the Era of the Demonic Path. However, as for which Emperor it was, I don't know. The lineage masters might know."

Yue Qing continued, her voice soft but carrying a hint of gravity.

The Era of the Demonic Path—that was the darkest era of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, where the Demon Race ruled the world and all other races were reduced to slaves.

That era had countless powerhouses and countless mysteries.

The place where an Emperor from the Era of the Demonic Path fell contained secrets and value that were difficult to estimate.

"And this Land of Emperors Fall, according to the explorations of successive generations of powerhouses, has a very large internal space, abundant Spiritual Qi, and surging rules and Laws. It contains many Heaven And Earth Treasures that don't exist in the outside world."

"Spirit Medicines, spirit ores, spirit materials... it has everything."

"Moreover, because it is the place where an Emperor fell, the rules and Laws inside are more active than elsewhere."

"Cultivating inside yields twice the result with half the effort."

"Comprehending rules is much easier."

Qin Yan listened intently, not missing a single word.

Yue Qing paused, seemingly organizing her next words.

"The space of the Land of Emperors Fall is shaped like an inverted pyramid, divided into six regions from top to bottom."

"The bottom layer, which is the first layer, has the smallest and weakest space. It only allows Seventh-Grade Grandmasters to stay for long periods. If powerhouses at the Eighth-Rank Grandmaster level or above stay in this area, it will trigger space collapse, rule riots, and Law disorder."

"The next layer up, the second layer, is the comfort zone for Eighth-Rank Grandmasters. Seventh-Grade Grandmasters cannot enter because the pressure inside is too great, and existences at the Ninth-Grade Venerable level or above cannot stay for long, otherwise, it will also cause riots in the rules and Laws."

"The third layer corresponds to Ninth-Grade Venerables, the fourth layer to tenth grade True Kings, and the fifth layer to eleventh grade True Emperors."

"And the sixth layer is said to contain this Emperor's supreme Legacy. However, to this day, no one has been able to reach the sixth layer to catch a glimpse of the Legacy."

The sixth layer—the place where the Emperor fell, the location of the Emperor's Legacy.

For countless years, countless powerhouses have followed one after another, attempting to enter the sixth layer. But no one has ever succeeded.

Nor does anyone know how to enter the sixth layer.

Yue Qing said a lot, and Qin Yan gradually understood the full picture of the Land of Emperors Fall—an inverted pyramid-shaped six-layered space, progressing layer by layer with corresponding restrictions.

Each layer has corresponding Realm requirements; if one's Realm is too low, they can't enter, and if it's too high, they can't enter either.