"Six Realms Battlefield? Not the Heavenly Battlefield or the Myriad Races Battlefield?"
Hearing the soldier's answer, Wang Xian was greatly surprised.
"My lord, where did you hear that this was the Heavenly Battlefield or the Myriad Races Battlefield?"
The soldier was even more surprised than Wang Xian.
"Uh... I guessed it myself."
Wang Xian scratched his head.
He had guessed that it was the Heavenly Battlefield or the Myriad Races Battlefield because, in the ancient city within the seventy-sixth Emperor Pass, all the players he had seen were Human or Human branches. There had not been a single member of another race.
Thus, he had guessed that there should be many ancient cities like that, with each one receiving the same race, that race's branches, or races closely related to it.
When he arrived at this battlefield, he further guessed that each faction on this battlefield corresponded to an ancient city, bringing the players from those cities over through something like a banquet at the City Lord's Mansion to fight for the battlefield's factions.
Who would have thought that he had guessed wrong? This battlefield was actually the Six Realms Battlefield.
As for the Six Realms Battlefield, it should mean six "worlds," right?
As Wang Xian pondered this, he also voiced his doubt.
"My lord, I do not know what exactly the Six Realms means either, but it probably does not mean six great worlds or six Ancient Realms."
The soldier shook his head, indicating that he too did not understand what "Six Realms" meant.
"Does His Majesty or Qin Zhen know?"
Wang Xian asked again.
The soldier pondered for a moment before saying, "I do not know whether the Young Emperor knows, but His Majesty should know."
"Should? So you are not actually sure whether His Majesty knows?"
Wang