When Hanhai True Venerable heard that it was the Immortal-Fallen Ancient Battlefield, he was momentarily speechless. To be honest, he had no interest in going there.
He had gone there once back when he was a Nascent Soul cultivator. He had not been seeking any opportunity, merely wishing to broaden his horizons.
Not long after entering the Ancient Battlefield, he had withdrawn. Other than sensing an aura of chaos and slaughter, he had gained nothing. More importantly, the suppression of cultivation realms inside was too severe, and it could even muddle one's mind. Staying too long would yield nothing.
However, since the Ice Origin Fox had chosen that place, he offered no opinion on the matter. He merely said calmly, "I'd like to go over and investigate. Would Feng Mountain Lord be willing to come take a look?"
After considering it, Feng Jun replied, "I've never been to the Immortal-Fallen Ancient Battlefield, so making a trip there is fine. But let's be clear first... I can help with divination to track down the culprit, but collecting Soul-Nourishing Liquid is out of the question."
"Exactly," Xuanyuan Buqi chimed in from the side. "Gathering Soul-Nourishing Liquid takes far too much time. Finding the culprit is what matters."
If they truly found a space where Soul Bodies gathered, he and Qian Zhong would certainly be unable to compete with Hanhai. Most crucially, Hanhai had even lost his mountain-guarding Spirit Beast because of this. To put it bluntly, the two True Lords might well be excluded outright.
"Tracking down the culprit is definitely the first priority," Hanhai True Venerable nodded. "I'm in no mood to discuss anything else right now."
Although they had already settled on the journey, Feng Jun remained on the Icefield Plane for nearly five days. Too many people had come