At the end of the ancient road, a battle that shook the world unfolded. A fairy of the mortal realm stood against the one and only sword. Vast palms and keen blades clashed in an ultimate confrontation.
After the pinnacle exchange, a splash of crimson leaped into view. Blinding red flew upon the wind as the peerless duel gradually became clear.
A sword had pierced Moon Worship's left shoulder an inch deep. Fresh blood dripped down—her first injury.
"I cannot stop you. Go."
Moon Worship stepped back half a pace as the sword edge left her body. Looking at the plain-clothed young man before her, she spoke.
"Thank you."
Ning Chen waved his hand and sheathed his sword. Without another word, he turned and left.
"They will be here soon. Take care of yourself."
Moon Worship calmly reminded him.
"I shall quietly await the arrival of the venerables."
Ning Chen paused to say this, then continued onward.
A hundred li away, Aizen and Qing Ling saw him arrive and stepped forward to follow him.
"Did you win?" Qing Ling asked softly.
"The moves were not exhausted. It is hard to say who won and who lost."
Ning Chen replied. Though the woman's moves had been ruthless just now, they contained little killing intent. It had felt more like she was merely going through the motions.
It seemed the Starfield Venerables were not of one mind either. Each had their own calculations.
Now, he only needed to find the final Heavenly Pillar to uncover the whereabouts of the Ancient Battlefield. However, judging from the venerables' attitude, opening the Ancient Battlefield would not be an easy matter.
If opening the Ancient Battlefield required great strength, the venerables would have had no need to repeatedly stop him. Their actions showed they had already