"So this is the Ancient Battlefield."
Fang Chen spoke softly.
He could feel the wills permeating this space. It was not a single will, but a mingling of hundreds of millions.
Some held unwillingness, some anger, some despair, some madness, and a rare few, acceptance.
These wills had not entirely dissipated. Instead, they had settled and fermented in an environment where time had nearly stopped, forming a strange field of mental energy.
Fang Chen could even hear faint roars, sounds of slaughter, and cries of grief, like echoes of memories branded into spacetime.
"Something's unusual three hundred li to the northeast!"
The myna bird stood on Fang Chen's shoulder, his feathers quivering slightly. Insight glinted in his eyes as he said,
"Time moves frighteningly slowly there. And I think I smell something peculiar. Is that the scent of medicine?"
"The scent of medicine?"
Chi You assumed human form and sniffed the air. "Yes. It's extremely faint, but there's definitely a trace of spirit medicine."
"It's been sealed away."
A sharp gleam crossed Fang Chen's eyes. "That area may have sealed away a battle involving high-level Alchemists or Spirit Planters. With time at a complete standstill, the spirit medicines, pills, and even seeds inside the Storage Treasures they carried might have survived intact."
Anticipation welled up in him.
If he could truly find whole spirit medicines or viable seeds that had gone extinct since the Primordial Period, then the heaven-defying pill formulas in the Pill Soul Scroll would no longer be an unreachable dream.
The three of them headed in the direction the myna bird had indicated.
The sights along the way grew ever more gruesome.
They passed a lake, a Blood Sea formed from the mingled blood of countless lives, frozen into dark-red crystal by the standstill of time.
Dense