Ling Xiao wasted no time. He set out with Uncle Boya and the Origin-Devouring Beast.
With the abilities of those two, combined with his own cultivation, breaking the seal of the Mythic Battlefield would be effortless.
They first entered the Mythic Battlefield through a teleportation array.
This time, Ling Xiao had a new feeling upon entering.
Previously, his cultivation had been weak. Before that vast battlefield, he had been like a speck of dust.
But now, he commanded sixteen strands of transcendent power and could be called the foremost person beneath the Realm Lords. Naturally, his perspective was no longer the same.
Ling Xiao swept his gaze across the land, his eyes spanning the distance of countless light-years, like a Heavenly Emperor looking down upon all living beings.
After not returning for hundreds of thousands of years, the Mythic Battlefield had changed somewhat from before.
The aura here had become ever more chaotic and decayed.
Even the formation shrouding the battlefield had been corroded because of it.
Below the battlefield, in a place like an abyss, black mist billowed as vast numbers of evil spirits surged forth.
They were expanding at an astonishing rate.
Those living beings from the True Realms who had entered the battlefield to train found things incomparably difficult; it had even reached a perilous stage.
The negative energy here had already accumulated to a terrifying extent.
Before long, the formation would likely collapse on its own without anyone needing to strike it.
"The seemingly stable True Realm, standing high above all else, will face an unprecedented calamity because of His arrogance."
Ling Xiao's expression was icy. He had already seen what was about to happen.
The Origin True Realm had imprisoned its former enemies here, treating them as specimens for training, to be slaughtered at will.