Demonic Ancestor's Supreme Treasures

On this day, Chen Yu, who was repairing the earth veins, arrived at a border region near the Northern Continent.

The sky here was gray and murky, with neither sun nor moon in sight. The earth was cracked, covered in bottomless fissures and massive craters.

The air was filled with an inextinguishable mix of baleful aura, demonic qi, and deathly stillness. Interwoven together, they could kill ordinary living beings with a single breath.

As far as the eye could see lay enormous skeletons. Some were relatively intact, and one could vaguely tell they had belonged to the ferocious beasts that had once ravaged the Prehistoric World. More were piles of shattered bones and severed claws, heaped up like mountains.

Many of the bone mountains still retained the ferocious beasts' exceptionally stubborn fiendish aura. From time to time, it took the form of the beasts as they had been in life, roaring toward the heavens.

This was clearly an ancient battlefield, and judging from the extraordinarily resilient fiendish aura, it was no ordinary battlefield.

Chen Yu formed a hand seal, and white lotus flowers appeared one after another, falling into the ancient battlefield. The baleful aura, demonic qi, and even the stubborn fiendish aura that had lingered here for endless years vanished in an instant, like snow doused with boiling water.

Suddenly, a faint sound of something slicing through the air reached his ears. Chen Yu narrowed his eyes. This was an ancient battlefield—who would come here?

He spread out his Divine Sense toward the source of the sound and quickly discovered several black-robed figures emanating dense demonic qi.

"Demonic cultivators again," Chen Yu muttered.

Over the past several thousand years, he had encountered no shortage of demonic cultivators while repairing the earth veins. Especially after venturing deep into the Western