Becoming a Saint

Dugu Qiubai found the world beyond the golden rift somewhat familiar.

He sent out his divine sense, covering a vast area around him. He recognized the terrain—it was extremely similar to the Five Races Battlefield of the ancient era.

"That is the Ghost Race Stronghold. I destroyed it once!"

With a teleport, Dugu Qiubai appeared above a desolate, ruined city.

This was precisely the Ghost Race Stronghold from those years.

Xiao Yun had destroyed this city back then. The Ghost Race later rebuilt it, but it retained its original appearance, which was why Dugu Qiubai could recognize it.

Although the city was now utterly dilapidated, some of its furnishings and buildings could still be vaguely identified.

The Ghost Race had its own architectural style. No matter how weathered and broken it became, it could still be recognized.

Moreover, outside the gates of this ruined city stood a stone stele. Though the inscription upon it had blurred considerably, the character for "Ghost" could still be seen.

"After going around in circles, I actually returned to the Five Races Battlefield."

Dugu Qiubai was filled with emotion.

Then he descended and entered the ruined city.

As he looked at this faintly familiar city, Dugu Qiubai felt a strange sensation in his heart.

Not long ago, when he had entered the Five Races Battlefield in the ancient era, this place had still been a magnificent and turbulent land.

Back then, he had fought fiercely against the Ghost Race's experts and slaughtered the Primordial World experts summoned by the Ghost Race. Even now, the memory made his blood boil, as though it had happened only yesterday.

But now, the blue sea had turned to mulberry fields. He had returned a million years later.

"I wonder how Xiao Fan, Wu Chaozu, and the others are doing."