"I guess you could call us Loose Cultivators, my name is Jiuyou, and he’s Lin Qiu," Jiuyou nodded, briefly introducing them.
"Thanks, Miss Jiuyou, Brother Lin," Feng Changnian sat down with a thump in front of the bonfire, panting heavily.
He said, "This Divine Demon Battlefield is extremely dangerous at night, we didn’t dare to wander around either. It’s a real honor to meet the two of you."
Jiuyou nodded, adding to the fire without saying much.
"The Demon Race ruins you just mentioned?" Xu Zimei asked with some curiosity.
"To be precise, it’s the tomb of a powerful member of the Demon Race," Feng Changnian said.
"You are here for the first time, aren’t you?"
"It’s my first time," Xu Zimei replied.
"After centuries of exploration, most of the obvious treasures in this Divine Demon Battlefield have been plundered.
Those who come here nowadays are mostly aiming for the ruins," Feng Changnian explained.
"When the strong ones from the Divine and Demon Clans die, both clans prepare burial goods for them, and those who seek out the tombs do so for those burial goods."
"I see," Xu Zimei nodded.
"The two of you don’t look like you’re here for the tombs. So, you must be after those remnants," Feng Changnian said with a chuckle.
"You seem to know quite a lot," Xu Zimei said.
"What’s there to know? We from the Wind-Thunder Pavilion are the closest to this Divine Demon Battlefield; we come here often," Feng Changnian said.
"Those who come here are either for the tombs, to capture the remnants of the Divine Demon Clans, or for some young generation to come over for trials."
"Who says we’re not here for the tombs? Let’s go check it out tomorrow," Xu Zimei said.
"I’d advise you not to go, that place has been surrounded by the people from Nine Dragons Manor.
Unless you are very strong, you have no right to enter," Feng Changyin said from the side, providing a warning.
"If you’re going, we might as well tag along to take a look. It’s good to have more people for mutual support," Feng Changnian looked at Xu Zimei and proposed.
"I’m still a little unwilling to let it go. That tomb is probably not simple."
"Isn’t this supposed to be the territory of the Divine Race? How come there’s a tomb of a Demon Race powerhouse?" Jiuyou asked with confusion.
From the standpoint of territorial division, the Demon Race wouldn’t bury their people here to avoid having them dug up by the Divine Race; such things had happened before.
"I don’t know about that, we can’t make out the affairs of the Divine-Demon Era," Feng Changnian shook his head and said with nonchalance.
"Why don’t you consider it? Let’s form a team together. There’s strength in numbers."
"You lead the way," Xu Zimei nodded.
The sky grew darker, and the full moon above became even more eerie.
The five of them stoked the campfire to burn brighter, settling down to rest by leaning against the nearby tree or sitting with their backs against branches.
The Wind-Thunder Pavilion wasn’t considered a particularly powerful force, with the strongest in the Sect Gate barely in the Melting Heaven Realm.
Feng Changnian and the other two were considered Talented Disciples within the sect. After entering the Venerable Realm this time, they wanted to come to the Divine Demon Battlefield for some experience and possibly encounter something extraordinary by luck.
While everyone was resting, the sound of war drums suddenly erupted from the heavens and earth.
The drumming, "boom, boom, boom" like thunder, exploded right by everyone’s ears.
In the reflection of the moonlight, two beams of light emerged, one blood-red with dark red light, and the other azure blue.
The two beams of light faced each other from afar, shining down upon the land.
Just then, countless figures began to appear on the ground.
The figures on the left were each incomparably handsome, with one, two, or even three pairs of wings behind them.
Immeasurable divine power surged around their bodies, with roughly hundreds of individuals, each holding various weapons, dressed in uniform golden-yellow robes.
On the right side, there were also hundreds of figures, these figures enveloped by surging demonic qi that soared to the sky
The shapes of these figures varied, some with human bodies and bull horns, others with dark skin, resembling the shape of a skull.
There were also those entirely made of bones, with demonic fire flickering in their eye sockets, each emitting an overwhelming demonic aura that suppressed half of the sky.
At this moment, the war drums sounded, the two races amassed thousands of meters apart, each appearing like human-shaped behemoths, charging at each other for battle.
And Xu Zimei’s group was located at the center of the battlefield between the two sides.
Seeing such a situation, Feng Changnian was scared out of his wits, his whole body trembling.
"We’re surrounded by obsessions," he yelled, waking up the others who were still in a daze.
He bellowed, "Run, or none of us will survive."
Feng Changyin and Feng Yu’er didn’t dare to linger either, hurrying towards the left.
Hoping to escape this not yet fully formed encirclement before the battle commenced.
"Run, Jiuyou miss," Feng Changnian quickly reminded, seeing Jiuyou unaffected.
Jiuyou didn’t respond but turned her head to look at Xu Zimei.
"You go first, I’ll be okay," Xu Zimei waved her hand.
"No, if you don’t leave, I won’t either," Jiuyou shook her head and said, "If you die, then we’ll die together."
"Don’t you want revenge anymore?" Xu Zimei asked.
"If you die, I won’t have the strength to avenge on my own," Jiuyou shook her head and said.
The drum sounds were deafening, as if they traversed tens of millions of years of time, descending upon this vast land from an ancient era.
The scene before them was a battlefield upon which the Divine Race and Demon Race once waged a fierce war; these beings had long since perished, what persisted were merely their lingering obsessions.
As the eons passed, even if their flesh disintegrated, their bones turned to ash, but their obsessions continued to lead them, through the changes of the sea and the fields, the cycle of the sun and moon, fighting time and again.
The sound of the drums intertwined with the thunder in the sky, nearly a thousand people unfolded a great battle upon this vast land.
In the nick of time, Feng Changnian and his two companions desperately ran out of the encirclement, panting heavily while filled with lingering fears, "They didn’t make it out?"
Xu Zimei slowly stood in front, his back to the demon horde, eyes fixed on the many members of the Divine Race charging towards him.
His gaze was calm and profound, tendrils of hair in front of his forehead fluttering gently, his black robe moving as if of its own accord.
Jiuyou was slightly tense, watching the increasingly near crowd from the Demon Race.
Some of the demonic horde raised long blades, others were wrapped in chains, demonic qi burning in their eyes, emanating a soul-devouring oppressive might as they charged towards Jiuyou.
Jiuyou hastily dodged, her figure darting and weaving among the demons.
The members of the Demon Race’s foremost adversary were the Divine Race opposite them; they did not pay too much attention to Jiuyou.
But even without intentionally attacking her, the numbers of the demons were simply overwhelming.
Under their assault, Jiuyou was quickly struck and her figure was sent flying backward.
The demonic horde’s obsessions trampled over her body and then, without a backward glance, charged towards the Divine Race.
However, due to Xu Zimei being too close, this battle was likely to directly affect him.
"Be careful, move away quickly," Jiuyou cried out anxiously.