Entering the Ancient Battlefield

The moment Yi Yun stepped through the gate of the Ancient Battlefield, he felt his cultivation plummet at astonishing speed, which startled him. However, when his cultivation dropped to the ninth level of the Dao Palace Realm, it immediately stabilized.

"So this is the Ancient Battlefield's rule suppression." Yi Yun had already calmed down by then. Everyone who entered the Ancient Battlefield, regardless of their cultivation, would be brought to the same level—and that standard was the ninth level of the Dao Palace Realm.

Yi Yun looked into the distance. All around him stretched boundless yellow sand, and even the sky was a murky yellow. He could not see anything at all.

Just then, Yi Yun's heart gave a warning. A sense of danger arose, and at the same time, a sharp pain stabbed through his sea of consciousness. Yi Yun immediately summoned the Illusion Snow Sword and slashed forward with all his strength.

A frigid Sword Light swept past. Blood suddenly splattered across the yellow sand, accompanied by a shrill scream.

However, Yi Yun's expression turned even graver. He had instinctively activated his Purple Crystal vision just now and barely caught sight of a gray shadow flashing past like lightning. Only then had he managed to strike it with his sword. His Spiritual Sense, however, could not detect the Gray Shadow.

What exactly is this thing? It's so fast, and it can even launch Spiritual Sense attacks.

At that moment, Yi Yun suddenly felt his hair stand on end. Countless densely packed, indistinct Gray Shadows had appeared amid the yellow sand surrounding him.

No wonder those geniuses had to enter in groups. They had to guard against being surrounded by these Gray Shadows. If they were encircled by them, they would quickly be reduced to idiots by the Spiritual