Southern Continent cultivators had come naturally to help the Southern Continent sects recover the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures buried within the battlefield.
The other cultivators had come to seek a stroke of fortune.
With differing stances and conflicting interests, these cultivators were natural rivals.
Yuan Xi had only just met up with Tan Yueqing in the center of the battlefield when they encountered several Central Continent and Eastern Continent cultivators who had likewise just gathered together.
The moment the two sides met, battle intent silently ignited with a single exchange of glances.
In terms of combat strength, neither Tan Yueqing nor Yuan Xi was weak, but the other side had two Central Continent cultivators and three Eastern Continent cultivators, all at Nascent Soul Great Perfection.
Five against two—the odds of the two losing approached ninety percent.
After all, not everyone possessed Lin Qi's nearly freakish practical combat ability.
Yet before the sparks of battle intent could flare, a sandstorm swept in. Both sides fled for their lives with their scalps tingling, naturally losing all thought of targeting one another.
The group fled in the same direction and, by sheer good fortune, stumbled into the largest ancient battlefield ruin in the Southern Continent battlefield.
Escaping the sandstorm's maw was certainly a good thing, but as they looked at the towering ancient battlefield ruin, neither Yuan Xi nor Tan Yueqing could feel optimistic.
Within an ancient battlefield ruin, the dangers would only be greater.
The group had barely taken shelter in a castle piled high with windblown sand when a refined-looking Central Continent cultivator stepped forward.
He flicked open the fan in his hand and gave a salute. "Fellow Daoists, I am Bei Chenzhu, a cultivator from the Central Continent. I have something I wish to discuss with you two."
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