Three Thousand Ancient Cities, War God Palace

Ling Xiao soared into the air, crossing a stretch of sky battered by fierce winds before landing atop the city wall.

As he passed through, Ling Xiao felt something like an electric current sweep across his body. He had touched the formation.

So this formation does more than simply protect the city... Ling Xiao thought.

His arrival caught the attention of the soldiers guarding the city. Seeing a high-spirited "young man," they could not help sneering inwardly.

In their eyes, he was obviously some fledgling junior who had come here for the first time, hoping to enter the Mythic Battlefield.

There were only two kinds of people who came here. One kind came to enter the Mythic Battlefield, earn contributions, and temper themselves.

The other consisted of Rogue Cultivators fleeing their enemies, clutching secret, unspeakable motives.

Most of these people were desperadoes who could no longer survive outside, or who wanted to soar to the heavens in a single step and waited for chances to hunt those emerging from the battlefield.

After all, anyone who could return alive from the Mythic Battlefield would surely possess immense military merit and no small amount of fortuitous opportunity.

As long as they killed such people, would all those things not become theirs?

"Hehe, I wonder which major faction's young master this is, coming all the way here to live in comfort."

Seeing Tianxue Yaoyue and Tianxue Ji, the pair of peerless beauties with utterly different styles following behind Ling Xiao, a soldier could not help saying sourly.

Especially Ling Xiao's bearing—his head held high and his manner arrogant—he looked at a glance like the young master of some great place.

Unlike the vast majority of cultivators who came here, who looked around furtively with shifty eyes as though everyone were their enemy, clearly