"The so-called Heavenly Demon Battlefield is actually a pocket dimension."
The dean, Zhao Yang, said solemnly, "It's a battlefield that has existed since ancient times. Demon Saints once clashed there, Demon Kings bled to death, and countless great demons perished in that pocket dimension."
"That's why this place became a graveyard for demons. The dead Demon Saints left behind terrifying resentment, which gave birth to vengeful spirits. Some of their blood was also corrupted by endless resentment and turned into monsters. This graveyard is fraught with danger."
"But since this place was once a battlefield, countless Demon Saints perished here, and the treasures they carried fell across this land. There are countless treasures here."
"Those who enter the battlefield might even obtain a Demon Saint's legacy and reap boundless benefits."
His eyes gleamed with fervor.
"What?!"
Xia Ping's eyes widened. "A Demon Saint's legacy? But we're human, and they're demons. Even if we obtained a Demon Saint's legacy, it might not do us much good."
"No, no."
The dean, Zhao Yang, shook his head. "You still don't understand. Once you reach the King Realm, there's no fundamental difference between humans and demons. Both are higher life forms; they simply have different appearances."
"So a Demon Saint's legacy is just as beneficial to humans as it is to demons."
"In fact, many of the human race's King-level cultivation techniques came from the demons. They were merely improved by Kings to better suit human cultivation."
He had revealed some of the human race's deepest secrets.
"If the Heavenly Demon Battlefield is so important, why would the demons let us humans enter?" Xia Ping asked.
The dean, Zhao Yang, sneered. "Of course they wouldn't let us in. But after several wars, they finally took enough of a beating to learn the meaning of