The two of them shot through the thickke water like arrows loosed from a bow, racing straight for that white light.
The crack rushed closer and closer, and the white light grew more and more
blinding.
Jared could feel it. Inside that white light, there was a force that made the blood in his body surge.
That force resonated with the chaotic force inside him.
Every inch of flesh on his body seemed to quake under it, as if all of it had suddenlye alive at once.
Then the two of them plunged straight into the white light.
The white re filled his vision for about three breaths.
Then it vanished all at once.
When Jared could see again, he found himself standing on a stretch of unfamiliarnd.
The ground beneath his feet was made of deep gray stone.
It was hard as forged steel, and its surface was packed with crack after crack.
Those cracks hadn''t formed naturally. They were scars left behind after some utterly monstrous force had shattered the stone and fused it back together.
He could feel it clearly. Inside every crack, there still lingered a trace of something so faint it was almost gone, yet so ancient it made his chest tighten, and so powerful it left nothing but a dead end in front of it.
He lifted his head and looked around.
The instant he did, his breathing stopped.
This was the Ancient Battlefield.
An Ancient Battlefield so vast there was no edge in sight.
Three moons hung in the sky.
One was blood-red. One was ck as ink. Thest had already been shattered in half, with only a broken half-moon hanging there by itself, spilling a ghastly pale light over everything.
The moonlight from all three colors poured down at once, dyeing the entire Ancient Battlefield in a strange dark purple.
Countless enormous skeletonsy scattered across the ground.
Jared had never seen creatures this massive in his life.
Some of those skeletons stretched for hundreds of yards, like the spines of mountain ranges.
Others rose straight into the sky, like stone pirs holding up heaven itself.
When they were alive, their masters must have held power strong enough to ruin heaven and earth. Now all that remained were cold white bones, lying under the moonlight and speaking of their former glory without a sound.
"These are..." Jared''s voice came out rough.
"The remains of the Elder Kin."
Gwendolyn stood beside him, her gaze passing over those enormous bones. "The celestials'' progenitors, the demon race''s progenitors, the sovereigns of the
Draconians... and some races even I can''t recognize. They all fell here."
She pointed at the tallest skeleton in the distance.
It stood nted in the earth, 1,000 yards high. Even with nothing left but its frame, it still gave off a pressure that made the air seem too thin to breathe.
Its shape was faintly humanoid, and behind it spread a pair of enormous bone wings, hundreds of yards across.
"That''s one of my celestial race''s progenitors, the progenitor of the Frost Deity Branch. His name was Aldric. He was the first being between heaven and earth to grasp thew of frost. The stories say he could freeze time, seal space in ice, and with a single thought throw an entire firmament into an endless winter."
Then she pointed to the other side.
Arger skeletony there, longer than 1,000 yards, its body winding across the ground like a mountain range.
Two massive horns still jutted from its skull. Even after who knew how many tens of thousands of years, faint arcs of lightning still flickered over them.
"That''s the sovereign of the Draconians, the Void Emperor. The stories say he was the ancestor of all dragonkind. His bloodler split into the Golden Dragon, Silver Dragon, Shadow Dragon, Crimson Dragon, and the other major dragon branches. His strength was enough to tear open the void. One w strike could shatter a star."
Jared stared nkly at the Dragon Emperor''s skeleton. Then the Golden Dragon Bloodline inside him started boiling on its own,pletely out of his control.
It was a resonance rising from the deepest part of his bloodline. The blood in his body was telling him the skeleton in front of him belonged to an ancestor.
The source of the dragon''s blood flowing through him.
Jared stepped forward without meaning to and started toward that skeleton.
"Jared!" Gwendolyn grabbed him hard. "Don''t go near it. The power left on those skeletons is still enough to kill a True Immortal Realm cultivator. You have no idea what might still be alive inside them."
Jared stopped. He drew in a deep breath and forcibly pressed down the dragon''s blood boiling inside him.
She was right.
This ce was too dangerous. He couldn''t afford to act on impulse.
He looked around again and started studying the Ancient Battlefield with care.
"Can the Ancient Battlefield only be reached through the Voidreach?"
Jared couldn''t make sense of it. A battlefield from ancient times this massive existed across the thirty-six levels of the celestial realm, yet only the Voidreach in the Fourteenth Firmament could lead into it?
Gwendolyn looked at Jared like he had just said something stupid.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jared asked.
"This is the Ancient Battlefield. This whole region drifts outside the celestialrealm, a ce not bound by thews of the celestial realm. How could it possibly be that only the Fourteenth Firmament can enter it?"
"Across the thirty-six levels of the celestial realm, there should be passages into the Ancient Battlefield from all of them. It''s just that not every one of those passages is known."
That was how Gwendolyn exined it to Jared.
"Then that means cultivators from other firmaments of the celestial realm might run into us in here?"
Jared froze for a second.
Gwendolyn nodded. "It''s possible..."
"Holy shit. If we run into cultivators from the thirty-six levels, the two of us won''t even qualify as ants in front of them." The words came out of Jared fast, the weight of itnding all at once.
He had plenty going for him. He could fight above his level, and he carried the Golden Dragon Bloodline and chaotic force.
But if he really ran into a cultivator from the thirty-six levels, his strength probably wouldn''t count for anything. The other side could finish him with a breath.
"Then we need to look around as fast as we can and get back out," Gwendolyn said, already turning her eyes over the Ancient Battlefield.
Jared followed her lead and started scanning the area too.
Past those giant skeletons, he saw the ground was also littered with countless
broken weapons.
There were snapped longswords, shattered battle-axes, caved-in shields, and other objects he couldn''t even tell the use of.
He had never seen materials like er see these before. Some gave off a faint blue glow Some had a liquid-metal sheen flowing across their surfaces. Some were already broken, yet still trembled slightly, like they still wanted battle.
"These weapons..." Jared crouched and reached for a broken piece of sword de.
"Don''t touch it!"
Gwendolyn stopped him again. "Those weapons are covered in the resentment of the dead from the ancient age. If you touch them, that resentment will invade your spirit at once and drag you into endless nightmares."
Jared''s hand stopped in midair, then slowly pulled back.
He got to his feet and looked at Gwendolyn.
"You''ve been here before?"
Gwendolyn shook her head. "No. But the records in the Celestial Pce mention the Ancient Battlefield. Those records were left behind by the ancestors of the Frost Deity Branch. They came here once, and they made it out alive."
She paused.
Then she drew out a jade slip about the size of her palm and lightly ran her fingers
over it.
A faint glow rose from the jade slip.
At once, it cast a map into the void.
It was an incrediblyplicated map.
It marked out the rough terrain of the Ancient Battlefield. A vast iny in the center. Mountain ranges stretched all around it. And right in the middle of the battlefield, one ring red mark stood out.
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