At this moment, the several hundred members of the Elder Family stood silently before the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield.
Before them lay nothing but black mist and an enormous palace, exuding an air of mystery and vastness.
"The entrance to the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield lies inside that palace."
At that moment, Weng Ting continued her explanation.
"Even when the entrance opens, the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield remains shrouded in mist. No one knows when the battlefield appeared, nor does anyone know what earth-shattering secrets still lie hidden within."
"Each time it opens, only those at the Spirit Battle Realm or below may enter. Anyone above the Spirit Battle Realm cannot get in."
"It is said that terrifying Saint Martial Stage experts once tried to enter and explore it, yet they were still barred from entry."
At this point, Weng Ting paused slightly before saying in a low voice, "In other words, at the heart of the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield may lie the tomb of a Saint Martial Stage expert. Perhaps we may yet obtain an immense stroke of fortune."
"With every Spirit-Seizing War, all young people hope to obtain a tremendous opportunity."
"The Thoughtless Sacred Sect has likely come with that very thought in mind."
At Weng Ting's words, Zhang Duiyi and the others lightly clenched their fists, anticipation gleaming in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Sikong Jing thought of his Grandpa Su Old Devil. This Spirit-Seizing Battlefield resembled the Beiheng Sword Formation. Before Grandpa Su died, he had transformed himself into a sword formation and laid down restrictions—those above the Spirit Martial Stage were forbidden from entering...
It was highly possible that the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield had once contained someone similar to Grandpa Su.
Seeing the anticipation in everyone's eyes, Weng Ting chuckled softly. "Of course, that is merely a vague and ethereal hope. No one has obtained