Han Ming was deeply shocked by this answer. Ten thousand times larger? How big was that? Someone once flew nonstop around the Earth in a plane, taking sixty-seven hours—nearly three days and nights. If that were the case here, it would take thirty years of nonstop flying to circle this world, assuming it was only ten thousand times larger. But based on Catherine's words, that was a conservative estimate. Han Ming believed this world was also a planet. He couldn't imagine a world in the universe that wasn't spherical. All celestial bodies were spherical due to gravity. But if this world was so large, its gravity should differ from Earth's, yet he felt no difference. He decided not to dwell on it; it was beyond his comprehension.

He also gleaned another piece of information: Catherine had mentioned they called this world the "human world," implying there were other realms. When he asked, she confirmed it.

Catherine explained, "There are two known realms in this world: the current world and the underground demon world. Deep beneath the surface, a powerful seal separates the demon world from the human world, preventing contact between the two. But nothing is absolute. Some areas in the human world have unstable barriers. For example, a small region in the Wild Forest serves as a tunnel to the demon world. This tunnel doesn't lead directly to the demon world but rather to an intermediate layer. When the spatial rift began to change, I initially thought the barrier had been breached, which is why I encountered Kalon, who was also investigating. But I later realized the situation was far more complex. The barrier wasn't the issue; instead, the spatial rift reappeared, leading to your world—a completely different plane from ours. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to explore it in detail. However, there are records of your world in some of our ancient texts."

Catherine paused, noticing Han Ming's eager expression, and smiled before continuing, "Long ago, someone from our elven race traveled to your world through a spatial rift, but the records are vague, with only a few notes. When that elder returned, he was severely injured." Here, Catherine gave Han Ming a meaningful look and said, "That elder brought back something interesting—a longsword. The texts don't provide detailed descriptions of the sword, but there are rumors it was a magical flying sword. The people of that world could control such swords to attack and even ride them to fly. However, those extraordinary people likely no longer exist. At the time, that world was embroiled in an indescribably brutal war. Countless sword-riders perished in the conflict. Too much time has passed. I don't know if the elder's destination was the same as your world, but perhaps you've heard of his name."

Han Ming could barely contain his excitement. Trembling, he asked, "What was the elder's name?"

Catherine replied calmly, "The people of that world called him Satan."

Satan!!!

Han Ming collapsed to the ground, his mind in chaos. Satan!? The King of Hell?

And those sword-riders—were they the immortals from his world's legends? Yes, they must have been immortals! But why would Satan and the immortals clash? Wasn't Satan the demon king from Western mythology? Wasn't he the son of God? Why, then?

And more importantly, did this mean all those legends were real? Did immortals truly exist? Where were they now? Why had he never seen any?

Catherine watched Han Ming's complex expressions with indifference before dropping another bombshell: "It seems that world is indeed yours. From what I know, your world wasn't always this small. Something catastrophic must have happened. I must say, those sword-riders from your world were formidable. Even our elven elder, a Divine Master—second only to Divine Demons and Elemental Masters—returned severely injured. According to the sparse records in ancient texts, his only remaining ambition was to invade your world. That was ten thousand years ago. Interestingly, this elder had a falling out with many of our elders over this matter and eventually left in anger. No one knew what he experienced, but when he returned years later, he had become a Divine Demon. Moreover, he had undergone a transformation, no longer an elf. His body was filled with death energy, and he led an army of dead elves, humans, and even dragons. His actions enraged everyone. For the first time, elves and dragons joined forces to banish him and his followers deep underground, where they created a massive seal."

Catherine then smiled and added, "Rumor has it he's still alive. I even suspect he's behind the recent spatial rift, using some unknown method. This might have been a test. He's never abandoned his desire to invade your world, though the reason remains a mystery. But that mystery may soon be solved. What are your thoughts on this?"

Han Ming asked nervously, "Aren't you going to stop him?"

Catherine looked at him with a faint smile and said, "Why should we?"

Han Ming was stunned. He was genuinely worried about his world being invaded. After his dark experiences, he had developed a deep sense of attachment to his family, friends, and fellow humans. Being in a foreign land, his thoughts naturally turned to his homeland. When abroad, seeing a fellow countryman feels comforting, and one's heart always yearns for home. Some people even wish to have their ashes buried in their homeland. It's a universal sentiment, and now, in this foreign world, the human world was his homeland. He felt an overwhelming fear—his family, friends, and loved ones were all there.

With great difficulty, Han Ming managed to utter, "Don't... don't you have any sense of justice? How can you be like this?"

Catherine was taken aback by his words. She paused, then burst into laughter, her wings fluttering as she said, "You're quite amusing. But don't worry. Although some elders share his views, many others oppose him. Most people disagree with invading your world. There are many factors to consider. Spatial rifts are highly unstable. Those who enter might never return or perish in the spatial tunnel. Even if they safely reach your world, maintaining such a massive rift would come at an unimaginable cost. Most importantly, what would be the point of invading your world? Would it even be worth it?"

Hearing this, Han Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tentatively, he asked, "What about you..."

He carefully observed Catherine's expression, anxiously awaiting her response.

Catherine said, "I belong to the faction that opposes the elder. So you can rest easy. I've already told you enough. I saved you because I still have a use for you. I've spoken so much because I was a bit bored here. Now, I don't want to talk anymore. Unless it's something important, don't speak to me again."

With that, Catherine fluttered her wings and vanished.

The surroundings returned to darkness.

Han Ming sat in a daze, struggling to process everything Catherine had told him. He hadn't expected events in this world to be connected to his own. He also didn't know if immortals still existed in his world. The likelihood seemed slim. Although immortals were rarely seen, myths suggested they occasionally interacted with human society, even recruiting disciples. But in the past few hundred or even thousand years of recorded history, there had been no trace of immortals. The only remnants were in mythological stories.

Han Ming had witnessed the ferocity of this world's beasts. What left the deepest impression was the city guard—his speed, strength, and combat prowess were astounding. To compare, the guard was like a slender version of the Hulk! And he was only a second-rank warrior. Who knew how many more like him existed? Imagining thousands, even millions, of Hulks rampaging through his world was a nightmare. Humanity wouldn't stand a chance.

At that moment, Han Ming resolved to do everything in his power to prevent such an invasion, no matter how futile his efforts might seem. He would not allow his homeland to be conquered.