Moreover, Meng Zhao had the Heaven-Illuminating Divine Mirror protecting him—a treasure that could be called his natal supreme treasure, his golden finger. With its mysterious divine might, even if his Primordial Spirit showed any abnormal fluctuations, they could be eliminated without the slightest danger.
Thus, this almost mad method of entering the Dao and actively comprehending the Dao to study the Life-Death Great Dao would have been fraught with countless dangers, every step startling, for an ordinary Celestial. Yet for Meng Zhao, it was no more difficult than comprehending ordinary martial arts in his usual practice.
Naturally, Meng Zhao's immersion yielded gratifying results. His research and understanding of the Life-Death Great Dao advanced by leaps and bounds. Nor was he creating something from nothing; he was borrowing a chicken to lay eggs, continuously comprehending it as he plundered and usurped every secret and manifestation of the Life-Death Great Dao within that White Tiger-shaped skeleton.
Meanwhile, as Meng Zhao cultivated and comprehended the Life-Death Great Dao, Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin remained where they were like two quails, quiet as mice and not daring to make any improper move.
The two of them had seen things clearly. Without Meng Zhao's protection, this Ancient Battlefield was a place of certain death, where they had no power to resist at all. Put more simply, anyone below the Celestial realm had no business coming to this damned place.
The passage Meng Zhao and the others had used carried a similar restriction. It was not deliberate, but rather a passive, unconscious screening process. Anyone below the Celestial realm who had not cultivated a Primordial Spirit would be crushed apart by terrifying spatial power upon entering the Ancient Battlefield.
Jiang Zixuan and the others, however, had entered through a hidden passage in the southern martial world.