Battle

"I've already obtained the best heavenly materials and earthly treasures, the most powerful cultivation techniques, and the mightiest divine artifacts. There aren't many things of direct value left in this world."

Above the desert, beneath the vast sky, Li Yang finished testing the Myriad Manifestation Spirit Disk and drew the divine artifact into his body. Feeling the power of mountains and rivers surging within him, he smiled, then began pondering.

He knew that at his level, there would inevitably be very few things that could still benefit him. Therefore, he had to seize every useful opportunity.

Thus, Li Yang resolutely came to the Primordial Battlefield.

Standing at the entrance to the Primordial Battlefield, he was met by an ancient, desolate aura that seemed capable of crushing even the soul. Everywhere he looked were shattered walls and ruined structures. Some of the broken boulders were as enormous as mountains, their surfaces covered in marks left by the corrosion of time and war—pitted and battered, as though silently recounting the brutality of the past. The shattered earth resembled hideous scars, with enormous cracks spreading into the distance, bottomless and unfathomable. From time to time, strange light escaped from within them—sometimes ghostly blue, sometimes crimson-violet—as though it came from another unknown world.

The sky was filled with blood mist so dense it seemed almost tangible. This blood mist was no ordinary fog. It was heavy and oppressive, and every wisp contained the unwillingness and resentment of countless fallen experts. The stench of blood was so intense it made breathing difficult, lingering for so long that it seemed even time itself could not disperse it. Li Yang drew in a deep breath, and the bloody air instantly filled his nostrils, bringing a scorching, stinging sensation that jolted his spirit awake. Then he stepped into