The Nine True Realms, Origin of the Battlefield

Ling Xiao was wary. This old man seemed too mysterious. He was dressed in a tall hat and strange clothes, yet he looked very old and frail. He sat there motionless, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

"Could this guy be the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor?"

Is this what the mighty Evil Emperor looks like?

With doubts in his heart, Ling Xiao slowly walked over, came up behind the old man, hesitated for a moment, and then cupped his hands in greeting.

"Are you the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor?"

He asked directly, noting that the old man hadn't shown any murderous intent, nor had there been any plot points like an old relic possessing the protagonist.

Ling Xiao thus lowered his guard and became quite polite.

"Shh!"

At this moment, Laozi turned his head 180 degrees, made a shushing gesture, and whispered, "The fish is about to take the bait!"

Ling Xiao frowned, a strange feeling rising in his heart. Was the fish the old man was referring to him?

Are you trying to fish like Jiang Ziya?

He was getting impatient and was about to ask more questions when the fishing line on the rod suddenly taut, splashing water.

"They're here! They're here!"

The old man stood up excitedly and pulled with all his might. Finally, the hook was pulled up, and a three-foot-long golden fish leaped out. Under the sunlight, it looked as dazzling as a small sun.

"A big fish! It really is a big fish!"

The old man laughed heartily, as if he had never caught such a big fish before.

"So he was a veteran air force pilot before?"

Ling Xiao thought to himself with a strange expression. He had thought the old man would catch something unusual, but it turned out to be fish.

An ordinary fishing trip.

Immediately, the old man's laughter subsided, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the fish, along with the fishing rod, into the water.

At this moment, he became aloof and indifferent, like an Ancient God devoid of emotion.

Ling Xiao felt a chill run down his spine, sensing a sudden, overwhelming sense of crisis.

In just a moment, the old man underwent a complete transformation, and he dared not even think about what he would do next.

"Young man, where do you come from?"

At this moment, the old man turned around, smiled and asked, his expression profound and inexplicable.

Ling Xiao paused for a moment, then said, "I come from the Primordial World!"

"The Primordial World?"

Upon hearing this, the old man showed a surprised expression, as if he had never heard of such a place before, and pondered it carefully.

A moment later, he burst into hearty laughter, a loud and long laugh that carried an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

"Junior, if you had said you came from the Origin True Realm, you would already be a corpse."

He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his face contorted with rage.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao secretly rejoiced, no longer curious about the old man's identity.

"Senior is the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor?"

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and asked with a smile.

"Indeed, I am the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor." The old man put his hands behind his back and said with an arrogant expression. His seemingly old body exuded a great and Qiankun aura.

"So, senior's current condition is... not dead?"

Ling Xiao asked tentatively, unable to tell whether the old man was alive or dead.

After hearing his words, Laozi gently shook his head and said, "To be precise, I am already dead. That beast, the Lord of the Law Realm, destroyed my true spirit and banished me to this place."

"I've become the evil spirit you all call me! Prey that you can kill to gain merit!"

Evil spirit?

Ling Xiao looked surprised and asked in confusion, "Why did you become an evil spirit, senior?"

"Isn't the Mythic Battlefield the place that suppresses all realms and is the origin of evil? Senior, you are a being from the Origin True Realm, how could you have transformed into an evil spirit?"

He was puzzled; this was quite different from what the Origin True Realm.

This is utterly absurd.

"Ha ha..."

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Springs Evil Emperor laughed loudly, his laughter filled with sarcasm and mockery.

"Evil originates... suppresses evil spirits... these bastards really know how to make up stories!"

"Wrong! Utterly wrong!"

"The Mythic Battlefield is not a place to suppress the origin of evil, but a vast ruin, an ancient battlefield!"

"It's less of Mythic Battlefield and more of Nine Realms Ruins."

Nine Realms Ruins?

Ling Xiao's pupils contracted slightly as memories buried for ten thousand years were suddenly awakened; he had heard of this place from Pangu.

Back in the primordial era, before his Primordial World, Pangu instructed him that once he reached the Origin True Realm, he must go to a place called the Nine Realms Ruins.

No wonder he searched through ancient books after arriving here but couldn't find a place called the Nine Realms Ruins. It turns out that the Mythic Battlefield is the Nine Realms Ruins.

"Senior! Why is this place called the Nine Realms Ruins?"

Ling Xiao asked with focused concentration, suddenly feeling that he was about to uncover a secret buried for millennia.

The Yellow Springs Evil Emperor smiled coldly and said, "Long, long ago, at the end of all heavens, there was not only the Origin True Realm, but also nine Supreme True Realm that ruled over it."

"One day, for some unknown reason, a great war suddenly broke out in the nine True Realm, and that war shattered all civilizations and all planes and universes."

Finally, the Mythical True Realm, one of the nine Great True Realm, the most powerful and prosperous, was erased, and the other eight Great Realms were also shattered.

Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao looked surprised; he hadn't realized there was such a part of history.

It turns out there wasn't just one True Realm; there used to be True Realm.

"Senior, does that mean there are seven other True Realm besides the Origin True Realm?"

Ling Xiao pressed for an answer, his curiosity piqued.

"No!" The Yellow Springs Evil Emperor shook his head slightly and continued.

"After the great war ended, the powerful beings of the other eight True Realm created a new era of civilization, and condensed the shattered True Realm into two large pieces."

One of them is the current Origin True Realm, and the other is the Mythic Battlefield, named after the True Realm that was erased.

From then on, the Nine Realms that ruled over the Celestial Sphere and governed all civilized universes disappeared, leaving only the Origin True Realm.

A vast True Realm composed of all the victors, some of whom were once the supreme rulers of the Eight Great True Realm.

For example, the Primordial Beginning Realm was originally the Primordial Beginning True Realm, one of the Nine True Realm!

"I see!" Ling Xiao nodded. So that's how the Origin True Realm and the Mythic Battlefield came about.

"What is their purpose in doing this? To unify the Nine Realms?"

Why does the Mythic Battlefield exist?

"I don't know the specifics either, but in short, those guys have ill intentions."

"The Yellow Springs Evil Emperor said with hatred in his eyes."

"The Mythic Battlefield... is merely a place to suppress those who were once defeated. Those powerful warriors, though dead, remained unyielding, their battle spirits immortal, and they would continue to resist."

Therefore, those realm lords sealed away the shattered battlefield, creating a hunting ground for the younger generation of the Origin True Realm to hunt and train, while also continuously weakening the rebellion of those heroic spirits!

Hearing this, Ling Xiao was deeply moved, feeling a sense of sorrow and grandeur.

It turns out that he had been killing not evil spirits all along, but a group of defeated and pitiful people who were being hunted!