When Yue Zun comes here, he doesn't dare to trespass.

Let the disciples guarding the mountain report it.

Soon after, an old man in white flew out.

"Brother-in-law, long time no see!"

"Brother Xue, your style is still the same!"

Yue Zun said politely.

"What kind of demeanor? He's already old. Is this the disciple you said is going to enter the ancient battlefield?"

The old man in white looked at Ling Xiao and asked.

"Exactly!"

Yue Zun nodded and said.

The old man in white frowned and said: "Brother-in-law, you and I are old friends, so I should help you, but your disciple's cultivation is a bit too poor.

Just a seventh-level perfect quasi-emperor.

The ancient battlefield is full of dangers, and the minimum requirement is to be an eighth-level quasi-emperor.

You don’t want him to die, do you?”

Yue Zun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I've made it clear to him. He wants to go in. What's more, my disciple is a bit special."

"Well, since you have said so, I won't say much. Let's go, Brother Yue, and let him enter the ancient battlefield with the disciples of our Snow Mountain Shrine.

It’s like taking care of you!”

The old man in white thought for a while and said.

"Thank you, Brother Xue!"

"Why are you so polite? Let's go!"

The old man in white took Ling Xiao and Yue Zun into the Snow Mountain Shrine.

Then a residence was arranged for the two of them.

"There are still three days until the ancient battlefield opens. You two are waiting here. If you have any instructions, just tell me.

I’ll come find you in three days!”

After the old man in white finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Master, at this time, you should tell me what is going on in this ancient battlefield, right?"

Even on the way, Yue Zun did not talk about the ancient battlefield.

Ling Xiao is really curious now.

Yue Zun smiled and said: "Forget it, I'll tell you!

There are many legends about ancient battlefields.

But there is only one that is most credible.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, a great war broke out in Zhenwu Divine Continent.

In order to compete for a sacred stone from ancient times.

The Holy Stone of Desolation is said to contain the power of the mysterious world itself.

Very scary.

This led to countless battles among saints.

That battle was truly brutal.

Saints have died countless times.

Blood stained the ground.

In the end, no one could get the Holy Stone of Desolation.Μ.

Instead, it caused that space to fall into nothingness.

Access is only possible through special methods.

Coupled with the disordered laws there, warriors with the power of the world simply cannot enter again.

Once it enters, it may cause the space to collapse.

He also died.

However, warriors under the Great Emperor can enter."

"The Holy Stone of Desolation!"

A glint flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes.

There are three desolate powers in his body.

I don’t know if it has anything to do with the Holy Stone of Desolation.

"Can the Half-Step Emperor enter?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Yes, the Half-Step Emperor is essentially a quasi-emperor.

The laws of the world are not perfect, so they are not affected.

Don't just stare at the Holy Stone of Desolation.

On the ancient battlefield, too many saints and emperors died, so it contains countless treasures.

Every great emperor is almost a treasure.

Every saint is also a greater treasure.

Therefore, saint-level forces will send people into that space to experience it every once in a while.

Fight for treasures at the same time.

That is indeed a good place.”

Yue Zun smiled and said: "You are lawless, but you are also more free! Without the influence of the sect, life and death depend on yourself.

However, that place is very dangerous.

They often get into fights over trivial matters and even kill each other.

Sometimes, there may not even be a need for a reason, it’s just that I don’t like you!”

Having said this, Yue Zun paused for a moment, looking at Ling Xiao's expression, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

There was no trace of fear on Ling Xiao's face.

"Very good, you are more confident than I thought!"

"Life and death, destiny and wealth are in heaven!"

Ling Xiao said: "I don't have a big background. I have to find cultivation resources by myself. If I keep shrinking, how can I compete with those talented people?"

"Okay! I really did not misjudge you!"

Yue Zun laughed: "The reason why I chose you to enter the ancient battlefield is because of your fearlessness and potential.

Between life and death, potential can often be stimulated, allowing warriors to break their shackles and become stronger.

I didn’t choose Thunder Ice and Thunder Fire, I didn’t choose Ming Qin, and I didn’t choose Dian Dongxing.

Only you are chosen!

Don't let me down.

Of course, one cannot underestimate the enemy and advance rashly.

Because none of the people who entered the ancient battlefield were simple beings. They were all the most talented, persevering, and wise beings in the sect.

A little caution may cost you your life!"

"Disciple knows!"

Ling Xiao nodded.

He could see the master's prudence.

I also understand that this trip to the ancient battlefield is full of dangers.

However, he was still willing to try.

"Here are some notes from my teacher, an introduction to the ancient battlefield, please take a look.

Take advantage of these three days to remember it firmly.

It’s good for you to survive if you go in!”

Yue Zun handed Ling Xiao a notebook, then turned and left.
To be continued...