Cao Yi moved swiftly, stacking two more formation disks to buy everyone as much breathing room as possible.
"Amitabha! This place looks somewhat familiar."
Master Wuwang was the first to recover to his peak condition. He circled the area protected by the formation disks, then said with a frown.
Yunyi had also finished regulating his breath. Rising to his feet, he asked, "Martial Uncle Wuwang, can you tell where this place is?"
As Wuwang fingered the prayer beads in his hand, he released his divine sense. After a moment, he said uncertainly, "This seems to be the Ancient Battlefield."
Wuwang's words made both Han Baifeng and Hu Yingjun open their eyes. Even Ren Tianning and Xun Kun rose to their feet. Only Cao Yi remained at Yunxi's side, guarding her. Of everyone present, Yunxi had suffered the greatest depletion and had yet to replenish all her lost spiritual power.
"Master Wuwang, can you be certain?" Ren Tianning was the first to ask.
"It should be more or less right. This place is some distance from where the righteous and demonic factions fought, so I did not recognize it at once."
Yunyi, standing nearby, trusted his martial uncle's judgment. After all, Wuwang had guarded the Ancient Battlefield for ten years. Of all of them, he should have been the most familiar with it.
Everyone was left somewhat dumbfounded. They had never expected to be sent into the Ancient Battlefield. None of them had prepared for this. If they wanted to leave now, they would either have to wait for that gate to gather enough power, or find the righteous cultivators stationed in the Ancient Battlefield and join them in figuring out a way to leave.
Ren Tianning's eyes shifted as she listened. "Now that we know where we are, things are