50: Chapter 50: The Ruins Open

The Justice Alliance's Tyrant Saber arrived riding a Golden-Winged Roc, his Saber Intent fierce, causing many saber Cultivators to cast sidelong glances.

Hundred Beasts Villa arrived driving various rare and exotic beasts, with tiger roars and ape cries, their Aura astonishing.

Hehuan Sect arrived with pink gauze filling the sky, accompanied by singing and dancing; their charm techniques subtly influenced the mind, and those with weaker willpower were already blushing.

Medicine King Valley arrived with the fragrance of pills permeating the air, riding a bronze Medicine Cauldron, bringing vitality wherever they passed.

Within two hours, nearly a hundred Sects of various sizes from the Northern Region had gathered around the rift, and the number of Loose Cultivators was in the thousands.

The young Prodigies sized each other up, sparks flying where their gazes met.

The gaze of Ling Jianxin, the first Daoist of Supreme Dao Palace, swept over Li Tianxing, and his Sword Intent rose slightly.

Li Tianxing closed his eyes to rest, but the Aura of blood and Evil Qi surged faintly around his body.

White Bone Scholar smiled while waving his fan, his gaze drifting over the Prodigies of various factions, as if evaluating them.

Just at this moment.

Li Changsheng secretly transmitted his voice to Xiao Ran.

"Xiao Ran, I see you, your Aura is quite impressive!"

Xiao Ran remained calm on the surface, responding through their Soul connection.

"You're not bad over there either; I didn't expect your lot to be so scheming, actually pulling out a Flying Sword, damn, that's so cool."

"Hehehe, the style must be maxed out."

Li Changsheng subconsciously tilted his head, looking a bit cocky.

"By the way, Xiao Ran, I saw Fairy Youyue, she's so beautiful... it's just that she's too cold."

"You kid has always liked that cocky type."

Xiao Ran teased.

"You have the nerve to talk about me, you yourself like the pure and icy type that has a sense of contrast!"

"Isn't that perfect? Our aesthetics don't overlap at all, so there's no conflict!"

"Hehehe, that makes sense."

Just as the two were secretly communicating.

"Hum!!!"

A dull vibration came from the depths of the Tianyuan Rift Valley.

It was as if some ancient existence was awakening.

All sounds vanished instantly.

Seeing this, everyone fell silent and looked toward the rift in unison.

The space above the rift began to distort.

Gray-black spatial turbulence swirled crazily, forming a giant vortex a thousand feet in diameter.

In the center of the vortex, a fine crack slowly opened.

At first, it was only as thick as a hair, but it expanded rapidly.

One foot, one zhang, ten zhang...

Finally, a huge spatial rift, a hundred zhang wide and a thousand zhang high, stood across the sky above the rift valley!

On the other side of the rift.

One could vaguely see broken mountains and rivers, collapsed palaces, floating land, and... countless giant skeletons.

A desolate, ancient, and dead Aura surged out from the rift.

It was the dust of time spanning hundreds of thousands of years.

"The Ancient Fallen Immortal Battlefield... has opened."

Daoist Master Qingxu sighed softly and waved his horsetail whisk.

A clear light enveloped the eight Disciples of Supreme Dao Palace.

"Remember, the rift will open again for three days in three months."

"If you do not return in time, you will be trapped within forever."

"Disciples will keep this in mind!"

Ling Jianxin took the lead, and the eight turned into eight streaks of light, entering the rift first.

Mo Yuan also raised his hand, and the eight Demon Sons of the Eternal Night Demon Sect were wrapped in black light.

"Inside the Ancient Battlefield, you are responsible for your own life and death."

"Yes!"

Li Tianxing flew out first, with the other Demon Sons following closely behind.

At the very last moment before entering the rift, Xiao Ran looked back.

He saw Li Changsheng winking at him.

Their gazes met, and everything was understood without words.

"Let's go."

Xiao Ran stepped into the rift.

Behind him, the Heavenly Sword Sect, Xuan Yin Cult, Justice Alliance... Prodigies from all sides surged in like fish in a river.

Jian Wuchen rode his sword like a rainbow, his Sword Qi piercing the sky.

Fairy Youyue turned into a faint light and vanished in an instant.

Tyrant Saber laughed wildly, his saber light splitting the turbulence as he charged in fiercely.

In just half an incense stick of time, more than three thousand young Cultivators had entered the Ancient Battlefield.

The rift remained open, but the Aura pouring out became increasingly chaotic.

Fine cracks began to appear in the space at the edge of the rift—this was a sign of spatial instability.

"The rift can only be maintained for three hours."

"The entrance will close in three hours, so hurry up if you want to enter."

Daoist Master Qingxu said in a deep voice.

More Loose Cultivators and Disciples of small Sects gritted their teeth and rushed in.

Opportunities are sought in danger; this was a chance to change their destiny.

Three hours later.

"Boom!!!"

The spatial rift shook violently and began to close slowly.

Dozens of Cultivators were still desperately rushing over, but the speed at which the rift shrank far exceeded their movement speed.

"No!!!"

"Wait for me!"

Amidst the screams, the rift closed completely.

Those Cultivators who failed to enter stopped at the edge of the rift valley in despair, beating their chests and stamping their feet.

And the more than three thousand Cultivators who had entered had already set foot on a brand new land.

The Tianyuan Rift Valley returned to calm.

But above the sky, nearly ten Void Refining experts and hundreds of Soul Transformation powerhouses did not leave.

They each sat cross-legged in the Void Realm, closing their eyes to regulate their breathing.

The Ancient Battlefield would last for three months.

For these three months, they would wait here.

Waiting for their Disciples... to return fully loaded or for their Soul lamps to extinguish.

Daoist Master Qingxu looked at Mo Yuan and suddenly transmitted his voice.

"Hall Master Mo, how many people do you think... will be able to glimpse the secrets of Immortals and Demons this time?"

Mo Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the closed rift.

"The secrets of Immortals and Demons are ethereal."

"It is those ancient relics and Cultivation Technique Legacies... that are real."

"Hehe, Hall Master Mo is indeed pragmatic."

"The path of cultivation has always been pragmatic."

The two stopped communicating and closed their eyes.

But their Divine Sense was actually quietly attached to their own Disciples.

If a Disciple encountered a life-and-death crisis they could not resist, this Divine Sense could erupt once to help them escape.

Of course, the price was being immediately rejected by the Ancient Battlefield and teleported out.

And each person only had one chance.

This was an unspoken rule among the experts of various Sects.

They could fight, they could kill, but they could not let their most outstanding seeds fall easily.

After all, these young Prodigies are the future of the Sect.

...

Inside the Ancient Battlefield.

Xiao Ran stood firmly on the ground and looked around.

The gray sky, the cracked earth, and the air mixed with Devilish Qi, Spiritual Qi, Death Qi, and Evil Qi... various energies were chaotically intertwined.

In the distance.

One could vaguely see the outlines of collapsed palaces, and the skeletons of giant beasts a thousand feet tall were half-buried in the ground.

A rusted giant sword was inserted diagonally on the mountain peak, with black chains wrapped around the hilt.

"This is... the Ancient Battlefield."

Xiao Ran whispered in shock.

This Ancient Battlefield had unique rules; all Cultivators who entered would be randomly scattered throughout the ruins.

Therefore, after landing, Xiao Ran used his Divine Sense to check his surroundings and did not find the Aura of anyone else.

"It seems I am the only one here."

"The space in the Ancient Battlefield is unstable, and both Divine Sense and movement techniques will be limited, so I must first determine my location."

Xiao Ran felt the surrounding environment and then took out the Jade Slip map to compare it with the surrounding terrain.

Fortunately, the Sect gave them a map when they set off, otherwise he would really be blind.

This was the benefit of having a major Sect as a backer; resources were something ordinary Loose Cultivators could not imagine.

Otherwise, there are millions of Loose Cultivators in the cultivation world, why is it hard to produce powerhouses?

Because there is no backing!

A moment later.

Xiao Ran determined his location.

"I am currently on the western edge of the Bone Wasteland, about eight thousand miles away from the inner area."

"According to the plan, I need to collect resources in the outer area first, and go to the Soul-Breaking Cliff in ten days to meet up with Changsheng."

Just as Xiao Ran thought of this, he wanted to take action.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly came from the distance.

Followed by angry roars and the sharp screeching of Magic Treasures colliding.

"Someone is fighting."

Xiao Ran's eyes narrowed.

His Divine Sense was suppressed in the ruins, and the range he could perceive was only ten kilometers.

Clearly, this explosion came from ten kilometers away.

"What kind of commotion can travel this far?"

Xiao Ran instantly became interested and turned into a beam of devilish light, rushing out.