"What?" Old Yellow Tooth and Mu Yunshui's expressions changed at once.
Rumble—!
All of a sudden, the entire mountain range beneath the three of them rose up and shook violently. Even the Supreme restrictions in the air revived, erupting with a dazzling, blazing radiance that was almost blinding.
An imposing Dao aura descended. With the stone gate at its center, the entire mountain split open in midair. A bloodstained staircase slowly rose from the heart of the mountain. It had ten steps. Though the blood upon them had long dried, it still carried an ancient aura so intimidating it struck at the soul—the remnant of true powerhouses from antiquity.
"Th-this... what is this?" Old Yellow Tooth gaped in stunned disbelief. Every single step bore bloodstains.
Vaguely, they even saw countless ancient powerhouses slaughtering one another here. Phantom after phantom performed various arts, booming before their eyes and shaking their hearts.
"A battle from the ancient age." Mu Yunshui's lovely face had changed as she stared at the stairs and murmured in shock.
Chen Fan's expression tightened. His blood roiled within him as a fierce, unrestrained fighting spirit planted a seed in his body. The seed took root and sprouted, growing without end. The sharp sword in his hand trembled, its battle intent vast and surging.
That was right. This was a battle he had awaited for so long—a bloodthirsty battle beneath a sky filled with mighty figures, fighting to see whose law was truly the law of the immortal path.
"What a pity..." In the end, Chen Fan slowly closed his eyes and sighed inwardly. The battle intent within him gradually subsided.
That battle was far too distant from him. In that ancient era, he had not yet even been born!
Just then, Chen Fan suddenly sensed a hidden gaze