Welcome to the Plane Battlefield
The Gate of the Battlefield slowly opened.
Martial artists across the entire Starfall Continent witnessed it with their own eyes.
This day had finally come.
Outside the Altar, the High Priest wore a pained expression.
The opening of the battlefield meant the continent had to send two thousand experts inside. It sounded noble enough—competing for glory against other planes—but in truth... they were being sent to their deaths.
In a certain Forbidden Land, Young Master Yuan was covering his face as he let out a strange laugh.
He had been waiting for this day, waiting for the major sects to dispatch all their elites, so he could finally raise a proper storm!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Streams of light rose from below and stopped before the newly opened bronze gate.
These dozens of people were all advanced in years. Saint might erupted around them, making it clear that they were either Half-Saints or Martial Saints!
City Lord Han was there.
Mu Changhong was there.
Situ Haoyun was there as well.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Nearly two thousand Emperor Rank experts from all corners of the world also flew up, hovering beneath the Saint Rank experts.
The first group to enter the Plane Battlefield.
Six Martial Saints, fourteen Half-step Martial Saints, and all the rest at the Emperor Rank.
Some came from great sects, some from great Lineages, while others were reclusive independent cultivators who had withdrawn from worldly strife.
Gathered before the bronze gate, they did not deliberately release their auras, yet they still emanated an intimidating presence.
"Sect Master."
Standing outside the Main Hall, Li Qingyang looked up and said, "There are quite a few experts on our Starfall Continent."
Jun Changxiao shook his head. "At most, we're only the Ninth Tier. Forget facing Chihai Continent—even against the