I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

"Alright," Wang Wei waved his hand helplessly, "Bring the scrolls recording the past of your lineage, and then go and notify the other realms."

"Yes, Lord of the Realm," Tao replied respectfully and left the main hall.

For a moment, only Wang Wei and Li An remained in the main hall.

"Drink up!" Wang Wei turned to Li An and said with a smile, "This tea is top-notch."

Li An blinked, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, Li An's cheeks flushed red, and his aura became unstable.

It took a few moments for it to return to normal.

"How are you feeling?" Wang Wei asked.

Li An said with a blank expression, "Big brother, it seems I have the power of two laws!"

"That's good," Wang Wei smiled.

But Li An quickly frowned, his tone tinged with disappointment: "It's limited; the power will slowly dissipate, and it can only be used temporarily."

Wang Wei was taken aback.

Wang Wei was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. With a thought, he activated his Insight and Causality to investigate the condition inside Li An's body.

The energy contained within the tea is only temporarily stored within her body; once it is completely consumed through continuous use, it will dissipate entirely.

Based on Tao's previous explanation, Wang Wei instantly understood the underlying rules of the Balance Realm.

The creatures of this world have truly transformed the laws into a universal energy source that can be traded and consumed anywhere.

The underlying principles are currently difficult to ascertain, but here, the power of the laws is available to everyone.

He was the only one who was completely different; he directly obtained the origin of the laws.

Unlike the people of this world, who merely temporarily follow the laws.

Looking at Wang Wei, Li An couldn't help but say, "Big brother, Grandpa Tao's coronation of you as the Realm Lord might not go smoothly."

Wang Wei smiled upon hearing this.

Li An could see it, so naturally he understood as well.

Not to mention that "the first outsider to enter the Ancient Tang Continent was the new ruler of this world".

This so-called concept of a realm lord is merely an ancient ancestral precept passed down exclusively by the realm-guarding lineage.

The three thousand realms of the world, with their hundreds of millions of native beings, have never heard of this rule, let alone accept an outsider to sit above them out of thin air.

Moreover, the Heng Realm is a free civilization without imperial power, sects, or a unified ruler. The people there are already used to self-governance and would never willingly accept the addition of a realm lord who is above everyone else.

But he is determined to take this position as the Lord of the Realm.

If any local strongmen or people of various races are dissatisfied, then we should reason with them properly.

He has always been good at persuading people with reason.

Just as Wang Wei was pondering, two light footsteps came from outside the door.

Two servants entered the hall, each carrying a thick stack of ancient scrolls.

"Lord of the Realm." The two neatly laid out the entire stack of scrolls on the table. "This is the complete historical record and notes preserved by the seventeen generations of guardians of the realm."

"Okay." Wang Wei nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll call you if I need anything."

"Yes, sir." The servants bowed in unison and left the hall.

Li An found a soft cushion nearby and sat down quietly, waiting patiently so as not to disturb Wang Wei as he perused the ancient book.

Wang Wei reached out and pulled out the first yellowed volume at the very top, the cover of which read: "The First Guardian of the Boundary - Tao Yuan's Notes".

Opening the first page, the handwriting is strong and bold:

Excerpt from Tao Yuan's early diary:

The ancestral precept states: the first outsider to break through the barriers and enter the Heng Realm shall be designated as the new realm's master.

The three thousand realms are scattered in all directions, without a ruler. Each race lives in its own territory, and there are occasional disputes over territorial resources.

The primordial laws of heaven and earth are abundant, and all things can draw upon them without needing to compete for them.

...........

Wang Wei continued to peruse the handbooks of the second, third, and fourth generations of border guards.

The second generation of notes mostly recorded the agreements made by clans in various regions. Each clan set its own internal rules, and the entire Heng Realm never experienced a large-scale war.

Wang Wei's brows furrowed more and more as he looked at the document.

These boundary guardians mostly recorded family matters of this lineage, as well as a few strange and unusual events from the Hengjie realm.

However, there was no useful information.

Wang Wei patiently flipped through the records of the first border guard one by one.

A single page witnessed the rise and fall of the entire family.

Upon opening the scroll of the sixth generation of guardians, one couldn't help but chuckle.

The majority of the notebook consists of trivial, romantic notes, written in a scattered manner:

Having nothing to do today, I went to the west city to chat with Lady Liu.

After completing the border patrol, I went to the South City to meet Miss Guan.

Beyond the boundary, in the still and windless void, I sought out the Tian family for a short rest.

Having nothing else to do, I visited the two young ladies from the Zhao and Li families.

"......"

Wang Wei flipped through a few pages, but the content was all about finding prostitutes and girls. He shook his head and skipped over to look at the seventh guardian's scroll.

As time passed, Wang Wei closed the last volume.

Got nothing.

No useful information was obtained.

Wang Wei's gaze then turned to the scroll of the sixth guardian. To be on the safe side, he picked it up again and patiently read it through.

When Wang Wei saw the last page of the sixth guardian's story, which was about searching for a girl, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"In the 2357th year of the Hengli era, I was chosen from among billions of people, which truly makes me a dragon among men. I must go far away to participate in an experiment, and my return date is completely unknown."

"The only thing I can't let go of is the girl I met in this city. I wonder if we'll ever meet again after this parting."

The writing stopped there, and the content abruptly ended.

"Experiment?" Wang Wei stared at the two words with a furrowed brow.

With no master in the realm, who can command the head of the guardian lineage to participate in any experiment?

Wang Wei took a deep breath. It seemed he would have to wait for Tao to come back and ask him.

Just as Wang Wei was examining the Guardian's register, on the outer wasteland of Hengjie, tens of thousands of elite soldiers from the eighteen empires, Shadow Clan members, wild beasts, and various hidden alien races, along with billions of blood-red remnant souls from the Blood Sea, all surged into the territory of Hengjie along the gray-white air currents at the edge of the continent.

However, upon entering the mainland, a terrifying aura suppressed everyone.

The first to be hit were those blood-red figures.

The seemingly endless sea of ​​blood suddenly shrank, disappearing in just a few breaths.

Those blood-red figures were like fish that had jumped ashore, each one of them weak and listless.

The man with blood-stained face looked solemn, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Before they even saw any people on this continent, they were already on the verge of being dragged to their deaths by the continent's eerie aura.

Although these people chose different routes after entering, they all strangely gathered together before long.

Purple Ash is among them.

On the endless wasteland, more and more people gathered!

Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

Just then, a ship flew over from high above and hovered above their heads.

A young man dressed in a white robe stepped out of the ship and looked down.

"Ancient Tang Dynasty aura!" the blood-stained man exclaimed, his voice trembling. "Although the aura is extremely weak, it's still ancient Tang Dynasty!"

Behind him, the nearly dried-up, blood-red figures became excited one by one.

Overwhelming hatred and the blood debts of ages made them forget their current predicament.

The young man frowned, staring at the countless restless, blood-red figures below. "Where did this filth come from?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand, and a terrifying power of law suddenly descended!

The wasteland turned into a sea of ​​fire, with golden flames rising.

"Pfft—"

Those blood-red figures, including the leader of the blood-patterned men, were burned to ashes before they could even scream.

That overwhelming hatred, that eternal blood debt, vanished into nothingness under the raging flames.

The others were all terrified and fell into a deathly silence.

The bloody chaos came to collect debts, but was wiped out as soon as it appeared.

What ancient blood debts seem so laughable at this moment.