Great Emperor Huo Li said gravely, "It seems the conventional routes are all but closed. Are these two heaven-defying pill formulas destined to go no further?"
Silence filled the hall.
After ten years of effort, they were only one step from their final goal, yet these last few lifeless materials had stopped them. None of them could accept it.
Just then, Fang Chen, who had been silently studying the Light Screen, slowly raised his head.
His gaze seemed to pierce the Temple Complex and reach toward the distant Sea of Laws, that expanse of chaos and uncertainty.
"Not necessarily."
A voice broke the silence. "There's one more place that might offer a glimmer of hope."
Everyone turned toward the speaker: Master Evan, an alchemy master of the Elf Race.
Master Evan spoke one word at a time. "Deep within the Sea of Laws lies what is said to be the Final Battlefield, where countless warriors of Primordial Antiquity were buried. Violent collisions between Laws formed many Amber Zones where time has nearly stopped. There, time no longer flows in a straight line. Seas might turn into mulberry fields outside while only an instant passes within."
He walked to the Star Chart, pointed to an unfathomable region of the Sea of Laws, and said:
"I ventured to the edge of the Sea of Laws several times and sensed traces of nearly frozen auras. Later, I consulted the Alliance Secret Archives and the Forbidden Records of several Ancient Demon Clans. Taken together, the evidence suggests that vast Ruins of the Primordial Battlefield may lie there!"
"The remains of those who fell in the war at the end of Primordial Antiquity—including the Divine Beasts and Mutant Species we need—might be sealed within those fragments of battlefields where time stands still."
"If we're lucky