"Mystic Realm Battlefield!"
These four words flashed through Ye Xiwen's mind at once. In truth, even before entering the Mystic Realm, he had heard of the Mystic Realm Battlefield more than once. It was the core of the entire Mystic Realm. Legend had it that mythic-level battles had taken place there in the distant past, leaving behind this battlefield, which supposedly held secrets of God Dao Proofing.
Over the years, people had continuously made major discoveries within it, and there had been no lack of those who achieved Dao Proofing and Becoming God.
In this present age, when the inheritance of immortality had all but been severed, even the faintest glimmer of hope was enough to drive everyone mad—let alone a genuine hope like this.
Thus, the Mystic Realm Battlefield had never lacked experts venturing through it. If the Mystic Realm gathered the elites of the Myriad Realms' Mystic Realm cultivators, then the Mystic Realm Battlefield gathered most of the Mystic Realm's elites. One could well imagine just how perilous it was.
Even invincible experts at King Tier, considered masters in every world, could only muddle along at the outskirts of the Mystic Realm Battlefield, picking up scraps or whatever had been overlooked.
Yet even so, those who could emerge from the Mystic Realm Battlefield unscathed were elites among elites. Outside, that alone was a credential worth boasting about. There were even unimaginable ancient fiends within it, and many peerless villains had likewise met their ends there. No one knew what exactly lay inside.
Even Death Mystic Realm experts did not dare claim they could run rampant there without opposition; they could only speak of protecting themselves. As for martial artists below the Death Mystic Realm, it could be said that they might not survive from morning to night. The