The Thirty-Three Heavens.
The Chaos World, the Immortal Hall Lord's cultivation grounds.
"Could you stop coming here so often when you have nothing to do?"
The Immortal Hall Lord looked at the Battle Ancestor feasting before her, her expression full of disdain.
This old fellow came to mooch meals off her whether he had business or not. The problem was, as a cultivator who kept her heart pure and her desires few, where would she get food? She had to cook it fresh every time.
Her cultivation grounds were practically becoming the Battle Ancestor's dining hall.
"I can't help coming. The cravings are too strong." Holding a large chicken drumstick, the Battle Ancestor laughed heartily.
"Surely there must be food elsewhere in the Thirty-Three Heavens that satisfies you, Battle Ancestor?" The Immortal Hall Lord shook her head helplessly.
"Don't you know this old man by now? After eating for so many years, I've long since grown tired of everything in the Thirty-Three Heavens. Only here can I find a few dishes like that brat's, enough to barely satisfy me," the Battle Ancestor said between bites.
The Immortal Hall Lord looked beyond the boundary. "Beyond the Boundary's arrogance hasn't diminished lately. It seems they're determined to fight us to the bitter end."
"They even lost Tian's World to us. I don't know how they have the face to keep fighting. If it were me, I'd have turned red with shame and found a crack in the ground to crawl into long ago." The Battle Ancestor scoffed.
There was now a special battlefield at the Western Boundary: a universe where the two realms fought.
This battlefield was the result of a mutual agreement. They would fight within it without any limit on numbers, and whichever side beat the other into no longer