Over the past thousand years, the strength of Northern Profound, Eastern Land, and the other realms had increased tremendously. In particular, the Arrow Formation led by Li Huo had brought Ling Tian and the others considerable satisfaction and given them confidence in their coming battle against the Heaven, Earth, and Yellow alliances.
After chatting with Mo Lei and the others, Ling Tian prepared to continue cultivating. But then, a sudden spatial fluctuation rippled from the Nine-Colored Jade Slip. He froze for a moment, then hurriedly sent his spiritual sense into it.
"Eh? Cultivators in Eastern Heaven, Western Heaven, Eastern Yellow, Southern Profound, Southern Heaven, and other realms have fallen one after another. What's going on?" Su Ying was the first to detect the changes in the Nine-Colored Jade Slip. After waiting a long while, she saw that it had stopped changing and grew puzzled. "Dozens of people have fallen across these realms. They've been in the Primordial Battlefield for over a thousand years, so they should have adapted to the environment long ago. How could so many of them still be dying?"
If people had fallen when they first entered the Primordial Battlefield, Su Ying wouldn't have found it strange. After all, they had been unfamiliar with the surroundings, and the savage beasts here were terrifying. It was only natural for some to be ambushed and killed.
But no one had died at first, and now, more than a thousand years later, people were falling in great numbers. It was an unusual turn of events, and Su Ying was naturally baffled.
"Hehe, their deaths are good news for us." Mo Lei giggled, sounding quite casual. "The more of them that fall, the better. It saves us a lot of trouble."
"When things take an unusual turn, there's always something behind