Beside the Ancient Battlefield, more than a hundred thousand powerhouses at the True God level, along with even more "half-step True Gods," were observing the Ancient Battlefield, searching for flaws and hoping to enter it to "strike it rich."
The True Gods who had followed the Ascending Dragon Hall fleet into the void had basically all come over. Quite a few "experts" whose Cultivation Levels had not yet reached True God but were only half a step away had come as well.
Though they had spent centuries alongside Ascending Dragon Hall, its technology truly could not be learned, and Ascending Dragon Hall itself had only reached 20.0 at most. The experts did not think much of it. In comparison, the Ancient Battlefield was far more enticing.
It seemed that the Ancient Battlefield contained opportunities at least at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals and Upper Pillar Deities.
Standing outside the Ancient Battlefield, they could see powerful corpses drifting past within. A casual glance showed that even the weakest had been Heavenly Immortals or Main Deities.
Those below that realm had left behind corpses unable to withstand the erosion of time, and had already turned to dust.
In fact, even these Golden Immortal-level corpses were mostly incomplete and weathered.
But what shocked everyone was that within this immense space, the corpses of powerhouses lay everywhere like meteors!
Just how many powerhouses had died here back then?
Such a sight was both terrifying and thrilling—terrifying because of the death here, thrilling because so many powerful beings had died that there had to be quite a few good things left behind.
The many powerhouses around them were exchanging words, but the content of their conversations felt rather strange.
"I just sent my son pictures and basic information about this place. My son