Wenren Wan did not know why these things had suddenly come to mind.
This was clearly the Sword Discussion Assembly.
The sky was blue, the sun was bright, and people formed mountains and seas.
The Shangguan Family and the Wenren Family's many Elders of profound cultivation were all present as well.
Why would there be such an omen of a miserable nightmare?
She did not know. She could only hold her precious child tightly and not let anyone take him away...
And amid the clamor, the Asura Battle finally began.
Upon the Fangtian Painting Shadow, colored shadows bled and spread; then mountains and rivers took shape, unfurling into a giant scroll.
This was a vast stretch of mountains with complicated terrain.
This was also precisely the final field of the Asura Battle.
The Four Sects and Eight Gates, the Twelve Streams, plus a small number from the Hundred Sects of Ganxue—over a hundred teams in all—would fight to the bitter end within this broad, perilous Asura Field.
It would decide victory and defeat, and also separate "life and death."
Before the vast, magnificent Fangtian Painting Shadow, all the spectating cultivators held their breaths and focused their minds, silently watching the battle unfold, bearing witness to this fight that was enough to determine the fortune of most sects.
Inside the Sword Discussion Arena.
Mo Hua led the Void Gate disciples into the Asura battlefield. Raising his eyes, he saw that the entire field was bigger, broader, and more complicated.
Mountains and rivers stretched on without end, the terrain crisscrossed in tangled layers, and clouds and mist covered everything.
Forests, mountain peaks, slopes, ravines, swamps, ancient woods, poisonous grasslands, miasma, ruins... and other such terrains were all hidden within the mountain fog, complex and hard to distinguish, their true and false forms