On the outskirts of the Fallen Battlefield, upon a crimson wasteland far from the main battlefield.
The terrain in this region was relatively flat, with rolling low hills layered like waves. The crisscrossing cracks in the earth, like spider webs, were far fewer as well.
Though the air was still permeated with unpleasantly cold Death Qi, compared to the perilous lands deep within, where gray mist churned and Spatial Rifts filled the air, it was gentler by an unknown degree.
For this reason, most of the Dragon Battle Palace forces that had split up after entering the Fallen Battlefield had focused their search on this outer region.
After all, with their strength, venturing deep into the gray mist to contend with Ghosts and Spatial Turbulence was no different from seeking death.
Long Qingyue led an elite force of roughly three to four hundred men across the wasteland at high speed.
During their time in the Fallen Battlefield, the soldiers had all accumulated some fatigue, but their morale remained remarkably high.
Because earlier that day, they had finally discovered these ruins at the edge of the wasteland.
The ruins were buried beneath a crimson hill that had mostly collapsed. Had Long Qingyue not possessed the True Dragon Body, giving her perception of the spiritual power between heaven and earth far beyond that of ordinary people, others might not have noticed that a Second-Level Ruin lay hidden beneath their feet even if they had walked right over the hill.
Even more fortunately, the ruins' protective array had become riddled with holes due to its immense age and repeated erosion by spiritual power storms.
Long Qingyue merely struck the array nodes several times with War Dragon Power, and the protective array shattered like paper.
The doors to the ruins swung open, and a