Chapter 1121: Chapter 602: Crisis Averted? War Alliance Ancient Battlefield! (2)

The entrance to the Ancient Battle Soul Path is gradually opening above this water surface that seems to have returned to calm yet hides something uncanny.

Precisely at noon.

Nine fiery red stars hanging high in the sky suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented intense radiance, akin to a giant beast awakening with eyes flowing with golden yellow magma.

An extremely desolate and majestic presence, mixed with endless iron-blooded battleground essence, like a vast will crossing over the ages, explosively spread from the deepest core of the region, from the direction of the Ancestral Land that had originally been heavily sealed by prohibitions, instantly sweeping through the entire core region of the War Alliance, and even farther towards the starry skies.

This presence carries a rich and intense sense of bloodlust, gunpowder, defiance, and the weight of death, with each pulsation causing the soul to tremble along with it.

Everyone’s gaze is drawn towards it.

An ancient altar, forged entirely from dark and unknown metal, appears from the void.

The altar is ancient and massive, full of marks from blades and axes, each deep groove seemingly engraved with the memories of a brutal battle.

At this moment, the altar’s surface, covered in dark runes long eroded by time, suddenly lights up with millions of dazzling blood rays.

These are not warm glows but viscous blood rays on the verge of dripping.

Every activated rune seems to burn with the purest battle intent mixed with the essence blood of countless ancient warriors.

A nauseatingly intense smell of blood and an intention to kill capable of crushing stars rises skyward, forming a violent energy storm that causes the entire space to wail and tremble.

Buzz!

The energy torrent gathered from the nine stars fiercely strikes the pinnacle of the altar.

Space emits groans under the strain, starting to twist madly and collapse inward.

A giant gate, a hundred zhang high, forms its outline with great difficulty amid the interweaving and collapsing of skyful of blood-colored runes, finally taking shape with a thunderous roar!

This is not an ordinary space gate.

The door frame is built from countless shattered, twisted, long-dimmed divine weapon remains and fragmented, blood-stained ancient armor pieces.

Broken spears and halberds, severed swords and shields, dragon-head shoulder guards, and chest armor stained with dark brown blood scabs...

They seem to have been directly pulled from the mud of ancient battlefields’ most brutal carnage, solidified with grievances that never dried over millions of years, unwillingness, and crazy murderous intent.

A vast and pure heroic battle intent, mixed with limitless death howls, bursts from within the giant gate like a blood-colored evil dragon awakening.

"The Ancient Battle Soul Path opens!"

"The place of rest for the heroic souls of the Human Clan, also a realm for you to perceive the glory of your ancestors and temper your battle intent!"

"Remember to hold fast to your heart, do not be deceived by the obsessions of lingering souls!"

"Time limit: three months, return on your own!"

An ancient voice, extremely aged and majestic, reverberates from within the nine stars simultaneously like the first thunder of creation, crashing into the divine soul of everyone, enforcing an iron-blooded decree beyond dispute.

As this voice falls, the blood-colored whirlpool behind the giant gate speeds up its rotation, exuding an unsettling devouring power.

"Go!"

The long-suppressed battle intent in Zhan Feng’s eyes ignites instantly, breaking forth with a sky-shattering shout!

He takes the first step, with his bronze battle axe humming, the dark golden Power Dao battle armor glowing on his body, transforming his figure into a cleaving bronze stream of light, crashing with resolute momentum into the swirling blood-colored giant gate whirlpool composed as if of solidified blood plasma!

Zhan Yun follows closely behind, like a swift purple bolt of lightning, her figure disappearing into the whirlpool. Before doing so, she casts a complex glance back at Jiang Shu’s direction, then resolutely vanishes.

"We’re going too!"

From among the subsidiary factions, a young man with radiant wings and an extraordinarily handsome countenance exclaims in a low voice, along with a few companions, they transform into streams of light rushing into the gate.

His name is Yu Sha, the strongest successor of his generation from Feather Transformation Star Abyss, with an incomparably fierce presence.

Jiang Shu no longer hesitates, giving a slight nod to the fervently gazing geniuses of subsidiary factions beside him, stepping forward.

Instantly, fifteen mysterious Great Dao Patterns bloom with dazzling brilliance on his body surface, Taichu Dao Rhyme flowing and spreading, forming a thin grayish halo, seemingly containing the essence of all things returning to ruins, enveloping him as he follows suit, vanishing into the massive blood-colored whirlpool.

In a moment, the world starts spinning, space and time tearing apart!

It’s not the usual dizziness when traversing space channels.

More like the entire self being firmly grasped by a cold giant hand filled with an endless death aura, forcibly torn from the warmth of the present world, then roughly thrown into a fallen death cemetery frozen in ethereal time!

His feet heavily land on the solid yet cold ground, with a peculiar humid texture.

When his view stabilizes amid the violent twisting and reformation of space, he gazes all around, and despite his current state of mind, a strong sense of astonishment and profound chill involuntarily flickers in Jiang Shu’s eyes.

The world is shrouded in an oppressive, extreme dark iron-gray hue.

The sky is not a true canopy but akin to a vast, frozen layer of gray lead clouds that have solidified for eons, with eternal twilight penetrating through, casting everything in a dying gray-white gleam.

No sun, moon, or stars exist, only deep within the sky a surge and surge of dark red energy streams, akin to huge wounds sprawling, as if dried blood marsh spreads out over the cosmic backdrop, casting unsettling dark red radiance.

The ground below is alarming.

Covered with a thick layer of dark red crystals, densely cracked.

This crystal bears a complex and eerie hue, not purely blood red, but entwined with deep colors like dark brown organs, charred black remains, and ancient rusty stains, stretching endlessly, forming a vast blood-colored land.

A mix of pungent rusty metal and overwhelmingly thick stench of blood, almost suffocating and dizzying, acts like worms clinging on bones, becoming the most foundational and eternal ambient scent of this world, ceaselessly assaulting the senses, like the breath of a million decomposing souls trying to invade every pore and corrode the divine soul and will.

Looking far into the distance, his vision is filled with shattered and twisted terrain.

Broken mountains stand stony and sinister like ancient beast remnants of bone armor, twisting to pierce the low dark red sky, and some bone peaks have large humanoid skeletal remains hanging weathered and withered like tattered desperate banners fluttering in the wind.

The gaping canyons are bottomless, flowing not with rivers but streams of dark red magma, gleaming with cold metallic sheen.

They roar through the cracks of Blood Crystal Land like furious evil dragons, fused with scorching heat and destructive aura, mixing with the pervasive dark red glow in the space, spreading out, causing the air to sizzle with strange burning noises.

The air is not filled with pure Dao Rhyme and Spiritual Energy but is violent and chaotic, with Law Fragments tearing into each other like living creatures.

This is formed by the distortions of space into jagged rifts like shattered black mirrors, silently drifting in the void, leaving slight space scars in its wake.

The remaining terror ripple transforms into invisible blades of destruction, ready to slice everything nearby to dust.

Occasionally a fragmented pale fireball flame burns silently, before suddenly being enveloped by a soul-freezing blue frost from nowhere, solidifying into massive and eerie ice crystal lotuses with sharp edges.

Even strands of decaying black come forth, like wriggling worms, strange energy streams scurrying.

They weave and merge into a drastically hazardous, chaotic field of Law strangulation, like a multitude of invisible thorns of annihilation whipping, indiscriminately torturing every creature that enters this place.

This is the tragedy of the ancient battlefield, everywhere are broken limbs, human calamities, accompanying are endless sounds of killing towering high.