Enormous craters covered the ground, scars left by battles between True God-tier experts. Some plunged ten thousand feet deep and were as wide as cities. A faint pressure lingered in the air, the residual auras of countless fallen experts, sending chills down the spine.
It was noon when Lin Feng arrived at the Ancient Battlefield. The blazing sun hung overhead, yellow sand filled the sky, and waves of heat rolled across the land. He stood at the edge of the wasteland and gazed out at a boundless expanse of sand stretching to the horizon. Through the swirling sand, he could vaguely make out white bones protruding from the ground—the remains of cultivators who had died in the great war of ancient times, still undecayed after millions of years.
Following the mission instructions, he found the entrance to the ruins. It lay at the bottom of an enormous crater, roughly ten thousand feet across and a thousand feet deep. Looking down from its edge, he saw nothing but pitch-black darkness. The crater walls were covered in marks left by blades and axes during the ancient war, and faint fluctuations of laws still lingered in some of them.
Lin Feng leaped down and landed at the bottom of the crater. A massive fissure lay there, roughly ten feet wide and a thousand feet long, its depths unfathomable. Gusts of sinister wind surged out of it, chilling him to the bone. This was the entrance to the ruins.
Lin Feng summoned Chaos Qi to shield his entire body and stepped into the fissure. It ran deep, winding downward toward some unknown destination. Both walls were hard rock, covered in blade and axe marks. Fragments of shattered Magic Treasures were still embedded in places, glimmering dimly. After he had walked for about two hours,