“Then let’s go.” David took the lead and walked southeast.
Wu Yuan followed behind him, while around a dozen cultivators from the Void Merchant Guild were scattered around, vigilantly watching everything around them.
The procession moved across the gray-white ground at a moderate pace.
David’s divine sense maintained maximum range, and everything within a hundred mile radius was within his perception.
He had sensed more than a dozen dangerous auras. Some were remnant souls sleeping inside ancient skeletons, some were ancient beasts hidden in space cracks, and some were space nodes that had been twisted into traps by some kind of law.
Whenever they encountered danger, David would give an early warning and lead his team to avoid it.
As Wu Yuan watched David’s retreating figure, a complex expression flashed across his golden red eyes.
He spent tens of thousands of years collecting information about this ancient battlefield, mobilizing countless resources and manpower, and sacrificing countless cultivators, before he was barely able to understand the spread of danger on the outskirts of this battlefield.
But David, a first-time visitor, was able to sense danger with just his divine sense, and his perception was more accurate than the information he had collected over tens of thousands of years.
Is this the power of chaos?
Wu Yuan didn’t know for sure, but he knew one thing: bringing David here was the best decision he had ever made.
After the group walked for about two hours, the scenery ahead suddenly changed.
The whitish-gray sand disappeared, replaced by a stretch of black scorched earth.
The scorched ground was filled with countless cracks, from which black smoke rose, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.
The scorched earth was scorching hot; stepping on it, one could feel a burning sensation underfoot. If a cultivator below the Golden Immortal realm stayed there for a long time, they would most likely be charred into a desiccated corpse.
In the middle of the scorched earth, there was an enormous skeleton.
The skeleton was about a hundred feet tall, shaped like a human, but its bones were several times thicker than human bones and were dark gold in color.
The skeleton was in a strange position, kneeling with its hands on the ground and head bowed, as if it was kneeling in worship.
The skeleton was covered in cracks, some deep enough to show bone, and some stretching across the entire skeleton, as if it had been shattered by an immense force and then glued back together.
“This is” A cultivator from the Void Merchant Guild stared at the skeleton, his voice trembling slightly, “A powerful expert at the Immortal King Realm?”
Wu Yuan’s gaze fell on the skeleton, and his brows furrowed slightly.
“Not Heavenly King.” His voice was soft, but his tone contained undisguised seriousness. “The Heavenly King skeleton is made of pure gold, but this skeleton is made of dark gold… This should be a Heavenly Emperor or a half-step Saint.”
Half Step Saint.
David’s pupils narrowed slightly.
Above the Immortal Emperor realm lies the Saint.
Saints were the highest level beings in the heavenly realm. It is said that those who reach the Saint level can live as long as the heavens and the earth exist, shine as bright as the sun and moon, and create or destroy worlds in the blink of an eye.
A half-step saint was someone who was only one step away from becoming a saint.
A leading expert who had almost reached saint status knelt and died here.
Moreover, judging from his posture, he did not die in battle, but rather knelt there voluntarily, as if submitting to some creature, and was then killed by some force.
What kind of creature could make a half-saint expert kneel and then be killed without the slightest resistance?
A chill spread through David’s heart.
All the information he knew was only about the Celestial Realm. As for what existed outside the Heavenly Realm, the Divine Realm, the various worlds, what realms cultivators reached, and how they were classified, David knew nothing.
In his eyes, saints were the most admirable creatures.
Perhaps when David reached the level of a saint and stood at the peak of the divine realm, he would realize that he was still just an ant, and that there were stronger worlds and greater people outside the divine realm.
Wu Yuan’s expression also turned serious.
“Just skip it.” He made a quick decision. “Don’t go near that skeleton. The lingering resentment of a half-hearted saint is not something we can afford to provoke.”
The team passed through the burnt area and continued to move southeast.
After walking for about an hour, a low rock hill appeared ahead.
The rock mountain was about 100 feet tall, and its entire body was gray and black. The surface was covered in traces of weathering, as if it had been eroded by wind and rain for thousands of millennia.
At the foot of a rocky mountain, there is a cave entrance. The entrance was small, only wide enough for one person to pass through. A cold, damp wind blew out of the cave, bringing with it a musty smell.
Wu Yuan stopped and stared at the cave entrance, a glimmer of excitement flashing in his golden red eyes.
“Here he is.” His voice sounded full of excitement. “The altar is in the cave.”
FAQ Novel
Q: What significant location is explored in this chapter?
A: This chapter delves into an ancient battlefield where Daoist sects and gods once fought, holding potential legacies and artifacts.
Q: What is Wu Yuan’s true motivation?
A: Wu Yuan appears to have hidden knowledge and potentially manipulative intentions regarding the ancient battlefield, hinting at a trap for David.
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