Battlefield!
Unlike the First Battlefield Li Su had visited, this was the Inner City Battlefield, the last of Fengdu's three great battlefields.
The place of battle was an incomparably vast Ancient City, so immense it defied belief. Even standing ten thousand li in the sky, one still could not see its edges.
This city was in ruins.
Traces of battle lay everywhere, and corpses covered nearly every corner of the city.
A gigantic severed hand lay across the city walls.
That hand was astonishingly huge, taller than a mountain, spanning nearly ten thousand li. It lay there like a wall whose end could not be seen.
There was the corpse of a colossal dragon, almost beaten to pulp, its skull pierced through. Gray-white brain matter slowly flowed out, running down the dragon's head to form a river dozens of meters wide.
There was a phoenix, nailed to the ground with long spears. Those spears were incomparably huge, each over a thousand meters long. Nine of them had pinned the phoenix's wings and body to the earth.
The phoenix was already dead, yet flames still continuously flowed from its body. That was its blood, once a symbol of eternal indestructibility.
And beneath those enormous corpses lay countless smaller ones.
Some were a hundred zhang tall, some dozens of zhang, some merely several zhang.
They were all dead, slain either by sharp weapons or Dao techniques.
These people had all been extraordinary. Even after being dead for a very long time, their corpses still remained. Though every trace of life had faded away, a dense, unmelting aura of immortality still flowed through their bodies.
Many of the fallen corpses had exposed bones, upon which imperishable golden light still shone. Supreme scriptures could be seen drifting within them, their splendor undimmed.
Those were