On the other side, Ling Xiao and the others went through a spell of dizziness, as though ten thousand ages had passed.
When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in an unknown region.
It was incomparably dim here. The grass and trees grew low, black mist drifted through the air, and rounds of blood-red and cold-white suns hung overhead. Their light cast the entire place into a gloomy darkness, with bizarre, sinister evil energy seeping from every corner.
Everyone surveyed their surroundings. Since it was their first time here, they seemed rather restrained. Only Uncle Boya remained careless and unconcerned.
"Is this the Mythic Battlefield?"
Tianxue Ji asked nervously. She felt danger lurking everywhere around them, as though ferocious beasts lay hidden in the shadows, ready to rush out and swallow her whole.
"Look at how nervous you all are. What's there to be afraid of? Going in and out of this place is like going home for your uncle here. With me around, I guarantee you'll be fine."
Uncle Boya laughed disdainfully, finding his own sense of presence.
"How many times have you been here?"
Ling Xiao asked calmly, his gaze directed elsewhere as he sensed the differences in this place.
He was very calm. He looked as though he was somewhat restrained by the unfamiliar surroundings, but in truth, his heart was pounding wildly.
Not out of fear or nervousness, but excitement, agitation, an indescribable impulse.
There was even an inexplicable sense of emotion, like a wanderer who had been away from home for far too long returning to his homeland's embrace.
That inexplicable feeling even frightened Ling Xiao.
Could it be that my heart demon is growing stronger after encountering an environment that suits it?
If that was the case, it meant the Mythic Battlefield