Soul Returns to Guanghan Palace

When Zhang Tie finally saw what lay before him, he discovered that he was standing in the midst of a battlefield.

As far as the eye could see, the entire battlefield was shrouded by two powerful barriers, like two enormous hemispheres that completely sealed off this stretch of heaven and earth.

Within the barriers, tens of thousands of cultivators were locked in a breathtaking slaughter. Their figures crisscrossed through the air, while magical treasures and spells streaked across the sky like meteors, weaving together a dazzling yet cruel spectacle.

The light from every magical treasure was like lightning in the night sky, tearing through the darkness and illuminating the entire battlefield. The radiance of the spells bloomed like fireworks, bursting into a dazzling array of colors. Yet behind that brilliant light lay endless slaughter and death.

The cultivators' battle cries, the clashes of magical treasures, and the explosions of spells intertwined into a deafening death knell. Amid this chaos, life was as fragile as grass; one careless misstep, and one would be swept into that raging torrent of power and instantly reduced to ashes.

"Lu Qian, are you all right?" A hand suddenly patted Zhang Tie's shoulder. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man with flowing long hair and a square face looking at him with concern. A strange talisman mark between the man's brows flickered in and out amid the firelight of battle.

Zhang Tie was greatly shocked—wasn't this Senior Brother Zhu, who had previously perished together with Old Ghost Feng Han?

His fingertips trembled slightly, and it felt as though something had lodged in his throat. Only after a long while did he come back to his senses. "Senior Brother Zhu, I'm fine. It's nothing serious."

"Good, good." Senior Brother Zhu let out a long sigh, complicated