Just as Mo Wangchen was about to head towards the altar, suddenly, he heard Wu Lingfeng’s voice from behind.
He turned his eyes to look and saw Wu Lingfeng and Qin Yue were approaching.
"Are you also going in?" Mo Wangchen was momentarily stunned.
"We thought about it and realized this is also a form of trial, so there is no reason to shrink back," Qin Yue said.
Mo Wangchen nodded, "Alright, let’s go in together then, not knowing what dangers lie ahead, you two take care."
As soon as the words were spoken, the three of them walked towards the altar, and soon stepped inside.
A feeling of weightlessness overwhelmed him, Mo Wangchen’s vision briefly whited out, and when he could see again, he found himself in a desolate space.
The sky was gloomy, without the sun in sight, as if a storm was approaching, and the air was filled with a rotting, ancient scent that permeated the entire space.
Mo Wangchen looked around, and when he saw the scene surrounding him, his heart chilled.
Below his feet, the ground was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, tens of thousands of bodies lying in pools of blood, with gunsmoke spreading all over. The land was pitted and scorched black—it seemed as though a great battle had just taken place here.
"Who are these people?"
Mo Wangchen furrowed his brow, confusion in his eyes. Hadn’t he entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm? Why then, was he now in the midst of a battlefield?
"Legend says, this place was once an Ancient Battlefield relic; could all this be merely illusions?" He couldn’t understand—if these were merely illusions, they were far too real.
Suddenly, murderous intent filled the air in front of him, like a thousand horses galloping, and the ground trembled. Mo Wangchen abruptly looked up, only to see swarms of shadows clad in gray armor pouring towards him, like soldiers from a battlefield.
What truly shook him was that this was an army composed of cultivators, numbering over a thousand. Each individual exuded a bizarre aura, with their cultivation varied, the majority being at the Creation Realm and the Nirvana Realm.
In the sky ahead of the formation, several Saint Venerable Realm masters flew overhead, leading the charge, their murderous aura engulfing the heavens and the earth.
After his surprise, Mo Wangchen suddenly realized that his clothing had changed from his usual white attire to a silver-white battle armor.
At his feet, among the corpses and blood pools, nearly half of the fallen were clad in the same type of silver-white battle armor as him, while the others wore the gray armor, akin to what the approaching army of cultivators was wearing.
These were two distinct armies, and now, Mo Wangchen, clad in silver-white battle armor, was clearly in the opposing camp from the approaching army.
Suddenly, from behind him, a surge of howling came, and Mo Wangchen turned to see another army, also numbering in the thousands, surging forward—these warriors also wore the same silver-white battle armor as him.
Now, Mo Wangchen was caught between the two forces, obviously still unclear about what was happening.
In the blink of an eye, the two forces collided, fierce killing intent filled the skies, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.
From behind, a streak of killing intent approached, startling Mo Wangchen. He quickly turned to see a figure in gray armor wielding a large saber, slashing down through the air.
In an instant, Mo Wangchen had reacted, sidestepping to dodge the opponent’s attack. After a cold huff, Spiritual Power surged within him, glowing brightly and transforming into a dozen sharp blades, slashing towards the opponent.
The dozen blades struck the opponent’s body, dismembering him on the spot.
"What on earth is going on?" Mo Wangchen furrowed his brow.
What was happening before his eyes was not an illusion, but real. This place should be inside the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.
"I’ve heard that certain special relics can trigger ancient reflections, causing events from thousands of years ago to reenact themselves, making those trapped feel as if they are experiencing it firsthand."
"This secret realm was once an Ancient Battlefield, which means what’s happening now truly did exist. Could it be because of our arrival that we’ve triggered some kind of forbidden mechanism, causing the ancient events to replay themselves..."
Thinking this, Mo Wangchen’s frown deepened, if that was truly the case, it meant that everyone who had entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm had undergone some kind of ’Time-Space Travel,’ returning to a time thousands of years in the past.
Suddenly, a terrible sense of murderous intent spread overhead. Mo Wangchen quickly looked up, only to see a figure in gray armor above him, who flipped his massive hand and, in the next moment, a gigantic hand that covered the sky appeared, pressing down like a large mountain.
Wherever the sky-covering hand passed, more than a dozen people in silver battle armor were directly killed, exploding into mists of blood. The hand continued unabated, falling towards where Mo Wangchen was.
As Mo Wangchen’s complexion changed, suddenly, a yellowish-brown Hand Seal appeared, facing upwards and striking back.
When the two palms clashed, the impact was earth-shattering. The shock waves emitted from the clash instantly annihilated the surrounding soldiers caught in the fight, reducing them to dust.
"In the midst of the battlefield, do not be confused; otherwise, a lapse in attention can cost you your life," a middle-aged man in silvery white battle armor, wearing a white cape, walked up behind Mo Wangchen.
This was a figure who had reached the Saint Venerable Realm. His gaze piercing as he watched the figure above in the sky, he finished speaking and then with a leap, collided with the enemy Saint Venerable in the sky.
"Although I’m still somewhat unclear about the situation, for now, it seems right to kill all those in gray battle armor!"
With those words, Mo Wangchen pulled the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow in his hand to its full extent, the Spiritual Power concentrated at the mysterious, radiating brilliantly. An arrow shot through the air, instantly killing an enemy combatant who was in the midst of a fight not far away.
Another person, a middle-aged strongman in the same faction as Mo Wangchen, had been struggling in battle and was nearly overwhelmed. Now that Mo Wangchen had killed his opponent, the strongman let out a breath of relief.
But in the next moment, his head suddenly exploded, and his headless corpse fell to the ground, dead on the spot.
An enemy strongman, then pinching a Dharma Seal, after killing the middle-aged strongman, also set his sights on Mo Wangchen. His body surrounded by black energy, incredibly sinister, and soon pointed a finger downwards.
Following his gesture, the black energy actually formed a Demon Palm, obscuring the sky and pressing down towards Mo Wangchen.
Mo Wangchen, holding the Divine Bow, swiftly moved, escaping the area covered by the Demon Palm.
The Demon Palm completely descended, smashing the ground into a deep pit, instantly sending stones flying and dust rising.
Elsewhere in the sky, Mo Wangchen emerged, his Divine Bow fully drawn. Two arrows, like shooting stars, flew forth, striking their targets.