The spacetime passage within the Gate of Ten Thousand Worlds was a bizarre spectacle, and the violent spatial turbulence within could tear ordinary Saints to shreds. Chaos Qi naturally circulated around Xuanyuan Che, sealing all disorder and danger outside as though he were walking on level ground.
At the end of the passage, a sky interwoven with dim yellow and blood-red came into view. A dense stench of blood and all manner of violent energy assaulted him head-on, mixed with the grim killing intent and deathly stillness of an ancient battlefield.
They had arrived at the Heavenly Domain Battlefield.
This was a shattered continent floating in the boundless void, vast beyond measure, as though pieced together from the fragments of countless worlds. Ravines crisscrossed the earth, and enormous skeletons and shattered divine weapons lay everywhere. Having endured through countless ages without decaying, they radiated a heart-palpitating pressure. In the distance, earth-shaking explosions and sounds of slaughter rang out from time to time, while Spiritual Power fluctuations rose and fell in waves.
This place was boundless. Not only did cultivators from the Great Thousand Worlds of every Lower Realm come here in search of opportunities, but there were also even more cultivators from shattered voids and great worlds with deep ties to the upper immortal realms.
Xuanyuan Che landed atop a broken mountain ridge, his divine sense spreading out like a tide. The laws of heaven and earth here were far more active than those of the Lower Realm, but also far more violent and chaotic. Space was exceedingly unstable, and Void Rifts capable of swallowing everything would occasionally appear. Those below the Tai Xu Realm would find it impossible to take even a single step here.
"The scent of fresh blood... Another fat sheep from the Lower Realm!" A shrill,