Ye Xuan entered the Hundred Sons Battlefield not to compete with them for a supreme position; he intended to use the battlefield to elevate his own cultivation. This was his true purpose.

After all, with so many young prodigies and some veteran Immortal Realm beings in the battlefield, if he could devour all their cultivation, it would naturally save him time in arduous practice.

If he could enable himself to open the seventh Heavenly Gate, that would be the best outcome.

Though the entire Hundred Sons Battlefield was sealed, allowing no one in or out, Ye Xuan found no issue in opening a Teleportation Channel.

After all, he was a Chaos Star Master himself, possessing the Heavenly Tribulation Transformation, a Forbidden Escape Technique. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

However, Ye Xuan could sense that the entire battlefield was under the watch of the Eight Supreme Powers. If he opened a channel and was discovered by these powers, he would undoubtedly find himself in peril.

"What a prime cultivation ground, it seems the chance to open my seventh Heavenly Gate lies here," Ye Xuan chuckled softly, striding towards the mountain’s exterior.

...

Kill!

Tigers unleashed, blood stained the Heavenly Vault!

The boundless unnamed mountain range indeed transported many Supreme seeds, as well as numerous veteran Immortal Realms, totaling more than twenty people.

A terrifying, brutal massacre unfolded, with Ye Xuan carrying a Green Treasure Gourd as he traversed the vast mountain range, turning all who crossed his path into his prey.

Collect!

Blood Qi soared to the heavens, the gourd inverted, and with every kill, Ye Xuan absorbed the opponent’s Dao into the gourd. Throughout the vast mountain range, none were his match.

"Spare...spare me."

Bang!

A veteran Immortal Realm, having opened seven Heavenly Gates, was crushed under Ye Xuan’s Power of Causality. The seven gates shattered explosively, turning him into a blood mist, wholly devoured by the Treasure Gourd.

"The seventh!"

Ye Xuan chuckled sinisterly, bloodless clothes continuing forward. Having just slain this veteran Immortal being, along with the previous An Ran Saint Heir, he had slaughtered seven people consecutively.

Ye Xuan not only plundered their Qiankun Bags but also dispersed their souls until they vanished, absorbing all their Blood Qi Cultivation into the gourd.

Seven Immortal Realm individuals, with the weakest being in the second rank, and two in the third rank, provided Ye Xuan a colossal opportunity.

Ye Xuan was formidable indeed, even a mere avatar wasn’t something ordinary people could contend with.

The Power of Causality reached Great Success, the Power of Destruction reached Great Success, and wielding the means of a Chaos Star Master, the eight Heavenly Gates cycled behind him. Who could oppose him?

Ye Xuan treated the Hundred Sons Battlefield as his cultivation haven, seizing cultivation with every kill. By the battle’s end, he could enable himself to open the seventh Heavenly Gate.

Rumble!

Ye Xuan soared amidst the heavens, hunting his prey across the extensive mountain range. The remaining dozen or so hid in despair, knowing from Ye Xuan’s mere aura that they couldn’t match him.

...

Elsewhere, three extraordinary prodigies were transported to different locations.

The Chaos Divine Son was extraordinarily terrifying, a stream of Chaotic Divine Light swept across the land, leaving any opponent encountered gravely injured.

The Chaos Divine Son wounded but did not kill, with eight Heavenly Gates rumbling, he truly reigned supreme, unmatched by anyone.

The Fate Goddess was even more terrifying, a thread of Power of Fate slaughtered supposed Supreme seeds, leaving none alive who encountered her.

The Time-Space Divine Son tread upon the heavens, a Space-Time Divine Tree standing tall, suffusing the Power of Time. He had no need to strike; those encountering him suffered cultivation decline under the Power of Time, succumbing without standing.

Besides the three extraordinary prodigies.

The Hundred Sons Battlefield was a scene of fierce conflict, individuals falling continuously. However, some of the most mysterious figures remained exceptionally low-key.

A black-robed man, entirely enshrouded in his robe, without releasing any fearsome power.

Wherever he went, all who encountered him turned to bones, none possessing the ability to force him into action.

There was also a man in green, slightly plump in stature, yet his face bore a humble smile, resembling a good-natured old fellow.

He killed invisibly through conversation, and none knew how he acted, only knowing that his victims died most miserably.

A purple-clothed woman, her cultivation method unknown, turned those who encountered her to ash, leaving not even a whole corpse.

A boy seemingly in his teens, wielded a most ordinary long sword. Yet in his hands, it became a most terrifying weapon.

There was another person, dressed similarly to Ye Xuan, also wearing a mask. However, each shot he made was exceedingly fierce, suggesting he cultivated some terrible Demon Technique.

These few shared a common trait: none revealed their cultivation, and their actions were exceedingly low-key.

Compared to those Supreme seeds and three extraordinary prodigies, they appeared insignificant.

Yet no living being emerged from places they visited, indicating their cultivation was assuredly not simple.

...

Outside!

The Eight Supremes sat atop the dome, watching the battlefield’s scene reflected by the Three God Realms, with changing mirror images occasionally observing some young prodigies with potential.

"All three Divine Sons have opened eight Heavenly Gates. It seems the Hundred Sons Battlefield will be quite impressive this time," the Lord of Spirits remarked with admiration.

The Three Supremes smiled subtly at these words, knowing the three were their cherished disciples, having been cultivated with extreme care. The Spirit Lord’s praise naturally pleased them.

"Hmph, perhaps not. Haven’t you noticed these juniors?"

The Swallowing Heaven Demon Lord sneered, pointing towards several mysterious youths in the mirror, causing furrowed brows among the other Supremes.

"These juniors hide their cultivation and aura. If my guess is correct, they are variables in this battlefield, and should the three Divine Sons encounter them, the outcome is uncertain," the Undying Heavenly Lord stated gravely.

None understood the Hundred Sons Battlefield better than these eternal Supremes, having themselves emerged from this place long ago.

Before attaining Dao, they were not part of any Supreme Daoist lineage, but rose step by step over various prodigies and Daoist lineages to become eternal Supremes.

The Eight Supremes fell silent briefly. Though they had descendants in the battlefield, these individuals weighed heavily on their hearts.

For in seeing these few, they saw themselves once more.

Not as heirs of Supremes, but carving out their own path and Dao, overcoming countless tribulations to attain the Supreme Way.

Even the Three Supremes furrowed their brows, although their three disciples were formidable, deemed extraordinary prodigies, these individuals were the true largest variables.

"Look quickly!"

Suddenly, the Lord of Spirits furrowed his brow, pointing towards the mirror’s newly reflected image, where Ye Xuan was located.