Five hundred and fifty fragments were equivalent to five hundred and fifty Desolate Ancient Ruins.
If each Desolate Ancient Ruin was as big as the Battlefield of Gods, how shocking would it be when pieced together?
Bird Saint's eyes lit up as he asked, "Then did you get a lot of treasures?"
"Uh!"
Wutian was stunned and looked at Bird Saint strangely.
The white-haired old man was the same. He looked at Bird Saint as if he was looking at an idiot.
Seeing their expressions, Bird Saint's pupils shrank as he cursed himself for being stupid. How could he ask such a blatant question in front of the person involved?
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting worse, he hurriedly smiled and said, "That … Senior, I was just asking. Don't take it seriously!"
The white-haired old man's eyes flashed coldly as he looked at Wutian. "I've heard of your past deeds and know about the insatiable greed of your subordinates. However, if you dare to have any ideas about us, I'll kill you even if you're the grandson of Father God."
"I wouldn't dare!"
Wutian hurriedly said. He then glared at Bird Saint. He didn't care about the situation at all.
This old man was already unreasonable and difficult to get along with, yet he still made such a fuss. He was really brainless.
Bird Saint also knew that he had made a big mistake. He lowered his head and apologized to the white-haired old man.
"Forget it. As long as you don't act recklessly, I won't do anything to you. Follow me!"
The white-haired old man glanced at the two of them and said indifferently before walking forward.
Wutian hurriedly followed.
Bird Saint lay on his shoulder and was unprecedentedly obedient.
What a joke. The other party was a supreme expert of the Eternal Universe Era. Would he dare to be dishonest?
Along the way, the white-haired old man didn't say a word. Wutian also couldn't be bothered to ask for a rebuff. He quietly looked around at the altars.
He found that there was a number carved on each altar.
Starting from 'one', it went down.
When he saw 'three hundred and twenty-one', Wutian finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Senior, what do these numbers mean?"
The white-haired old man said indifferently, "There are too many Desolate Ancient Ruins. It's a bit troublesome to name them, so we just used numbers to replace them."
"I see."
Wutian revealed a look of understanding.
Soon, he followed the white-haired old man and arrived at the altar at the very back.
This altar was no different from other altars, but there were three ancient characters engraved on it that made Wutian's spirit soar.
The Ancient Battlefield!
As long as he opened this altar, he would be able to enter the place where his grandfather was. Just thinking about it made him excited.
Bird Saint transmitted his voice: "Wutian, quickly look at the altars on both sides."
Calming himself down, Wutian looked over, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
He looked through them one by one.
There were three blood-red altars floating side by side on the left. They were respectively engraved with the Celestial realm, the Holy Realm, and the Divine Realm.
In other words, these three altars led to the Celestial realm, the Holy Realm, and the Divine Realm.
On the right, there were four altars, namely: Immemorial, Primordial, Primordial, Primordial, and Yellow Springs.
Eh, Yellow Springs?
When Wutian looked at the altar engraved with the two words' Yellow Springs', he couldn't help but be stunned.
He knew about Immemorial, Primordial, and Primordial, but where was this Yellow Springs?
Suddenly.
He remembered what Ruchen said before.
Ruchen told him that he had been to a place called the Yellow Springs Continent. Could this altar be connected to the Yellow Springs Continent that Ruchen mentioned?
"Hum!"
At this moment, the altar of the Ancient Battlefield glowed brightly, dyeing the space red.
The white-haired old man said indifferently: "Go up!"
Wutian asked: "Senior, does that altar lead to the Yellow Springs Continent?"
"Yes."
The white-haired old man nodded.
Wutian asked: "What kind of place is the Yellow Springs Continent?"
The white-haired old man said: "Like the Samsara Continent, the Yellow Springs Continent is just a new continent. There's nothing special about it. Go up!"
"A new continent?"
Wutian was stunned, and then smiled bitterly.
In the eyes of these early Primordial living fossils, the Samsara Continent was just a new continent.
Because they had lived for tens of billions of years.
The Immemorial, Primordial, and Primordial only added up to three hundred million years.
The gap between them could not be described as the difference between heaven and earth.
Shaking his head, Wutian took a step forward and landed on the altar.
The white-haired old man said: "When you enter the Ancient Battlefield, you must take care of yourself. Don't put yourself in a desperate situation because of some greed."
"I will bear that in mind."
Wutian cupped his hands and said.
Then.
He and Bird Saint felt dizzy, as if they were sucked into a black hole.
About ten breaths later.
Wutian felt that his feet were on solid ground.
When the dizziness dissipated, he opened his eyes, and what entered his vision was a dusky world.
In the sky, dark clouds covered the sun. Only a small amount of sunlight could pass through the clouds and shine down, so that this place was not dark. Wutian Sun.
The ground was shattered into pieces, and a horrifying scene could be seen everywhere.
The air was also filled with a smell of blood that could not be dispersed!
This was the Ancient Battlefield?
Wutian and Bird Saint looked at each other. The first feeling they had after arriving here was that they had arrived in the Asura Hell.
"Hm, where's the altar?"
Bird Saint was surprised.
Wutian looked down at his feet and could not help but frown.
His feet were on the broken ground, but there was no sign of the altar.
Wutian: "Seems like the altar can only teleport one way."
Bird Saint asked: "Then how are we going to return?"
Wutian: "We don't have to think about this problem for now. It won't be too late to ask Grandpa after we find him."
Bird Saint said: "I know that, but the problem now is that we know nothing about the Ancient Battlefield. There's no one nearby to receive us, so where are we going to find Grandpa?"
Wutian frowned. This was indeed a very troublesome problem.
Bird Saint's pupils suddenly shrank as he asked with a trembling voice: "Wutian, could it be that Grandpa doesn't know that we came to the Ancient Battlefield?"
"That shouldn't be possible."
Wutian glanced around, a deep uneasiness creeping up in his heart.
"Phew!"
After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and said: "Whether Grandpa knows or not, we have to act and see if we can find any traces of humans nearby."
"Will there be anyone here?"
Bird Saint carefully asked.
The ground was riddled with holes.
There were no signs of life.
Even elemental energy and essence couldn't be sensed.
Wutian also felt that it was impossible for anyone to live here, but they couldn't just sit here and wait for death. They had to look around.
"Don't use your divine power for no reason."
He warned the Bird Saint, then soared into the sky and headed east.
Luckily, they could teleport.
Otherwise, the two of them would really be in a situation where they couldn't call for help.
Bird Saint said: "Wutian, although I don't want to crush your confidence, I still want to ask, do you know which direction Grandpa is in?"
"We have to look even if we don't know. Otherwise, tell me, what should we do?" Wutian asked.
"That white-haired old bastard is really f * cking unreliable." Bird Saint was indignant.
"What's the use of complaining now?" Wutian said in a bad mood. He might as well send Bird Saint to the Star Realm so that he could have some peace and quiet.
An hour later, he arrived above a broken mountain range.
On the way.
He didn't encounter anything. It was dead silent.
"Is there really no one?"
Wutian was puzzled. He looked down at the mountain range below and frowned.
However, on the ground directly below Wutian, there was a bottomless black abyss. At the bottom of the black abyss sat a black-clothed man. His body was covered in wounds and his aura was restrained to the extreme. He was looking up at Wutian with a puzzled expression.
"Masked man?"
"Why is this person's aura so unique?"
"And he's only an early-stage Celestial Venerable."
"Strange, why would an early-stage Celestial Venerable dare to barge in here?"
The black-clothed man muttered to himself.
High up in the sky.
Wutian hadn't noticed this person yet. Seeing that he couldn't find any trace of him in the mountain range, he prepared to look in another direction.
But suddenly.
A look of surprise flashed across his eyes. He then closed his eyes and carefully sensed.
"There's someone!"
Suddenly!
He opened his eyes and his eyes flickered.
That's right. With his powerful perception, he sensed the aura of the black-clothed man hiding in the abyss below.
However, he couldn't estimate this person's aura and didn't dare to act rashly.
Because he knew very well that not only was his grandfather here, but there were also the lackeys of the God of Creation.
If this person happened to be the lackey of the God of Creation and acted rashly, it would be bad if this person saw through his identity.
However, it wasn't easy to find someone, so he definitely couldn't let go of him easily.
Taking a few deep breaths, Wutian turned in the air and swooped down toward the abyss.
"He's flying here? Did he discover me? "
Seeing this, the black-clothed man hurriedly got up and entered a state of alert. There was a hint of murderous intent hidden in the depths of his eyes.
Swoosh!
Wutian entered the bottom of the abyss and stood in mid-air, sizing up the black-clothed man.
This person looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He didn't reveal the slightest bit of aura, but he gave him a strong sense of danger, like a ferocious beast hiding its fangs!
Similarly.
The black-clothed man was also sizing up Wutian.
Although he was extremely disdainful of Wutian's strength, Wutian could easily discover his whereabouts, so he had to be careful.
Seeing that Wutian didn't speak for a long time, the black-clothed man raised his eyebrows and smiled. "May I ask how I should address you?"
"Mo Feng."
Wutian casually made up a name and smiled. "How should I address you, brother?"
The black-clothed man smiled and said, "I'm Su Hao. Brother Mo, may I ask where you are from and where are you going?"
"Brother Su, where are you from and where are you going?" Wutian asked back.
"Hehe, brother, you're really vigilant, but …"
When Su Hao said this, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and he disappeared along with it.
Swoosh!
Wutian suddenly turned around.
Immediately, he saw Sun Hao's eyes filled with monstrous murderous intent as he charged toward him!
Wutian used Asura's Nine Steps and narrowly avoided the attack. He asked in confusion, "Brother Su, what's the meaning of this?"
Sun Hao was quite surprised that his attack missed, but without saying anything, a terrifying pressure spread out from his body and enveloped Wutian!
"Heavenly Venerable at the Great Success stage!"
A cold light flashed in the depths of Wutian's eyes.
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