"The restriction mist has finally changed. It seems a terrifying battle is taking place inside."
Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out across the vast heavens and earth, startling the cultivators, whose eyes had already closed. They hurriedly released their divine senses and probed toward the battlefield.
They saw that the small mass of restriction mist in the battlefield had suddenly begun to churn violently. Waves of soul energy surged and swelled within the mist, as though some terrifying battle were taking place inside.
Ancestor Hai Ao's eyes snapped wide open, and a thick aura suddenly erupted from his body. His previously tranquil expression also tightened in an instant.
That was because he had suddenly sensed a familiar aura within the vast surge of soul energy.
It was an aura he had sensed several thousand years ago, one that had left a deep impression on him. At this moment, he wanted to enter the battlefield, but he was powerless to do so.
As long as someone was inside this battlefield, it was impossible for any other cultivator to enter.
No sound rang out. The restriction mist rolled and surged, but did not spread. It merely caused the previously tranquil mist to appear unstable.
The swelling, surging mist did not last long. After the short span of time needed to brew a cup of tea, the restriction mist once again returned to calm, as though nothing had ever happened.
The scene settled into silence. After a long while, everyone also regained their composure, and most of the cultivators closed their eyes again.
"Look, someone has appeared."
Another day passed before a startled cry suddenly rang out across the empty heavens and earth.
Everyone opened their eyes once more and gathered their gazes toward the restriction area. They saw a figure suddenly leap