The military camp.
Inside an utterly unremarkable Military Tent.
The so-called Military Tent was actually nothing more than a few pieces of canvas put together. The canvas could conceal a little of one's aura and prevent probing by divine sense. Although it was practically useless against True Gods, whose divine sense could easily penetrate it, it was still better than nothing.
Military Tents varied in size.
The large Military Tents could hold dozens or even hundreds of people, but their interiors were exceedingly bare. Apart from meditation cushions used for Cultivation, there was nothing else.
This unremarkable, drab gray Military Tent was no different, except that it was small and held only one person.
He was a middle-aged man with his long hair tied up, dressed in a Confucian Robe. His refined attire and bearing seemed rather distinguished, but judging solely by his cultivation, he was just an ordinary Heaven and Earth True God.
But just then...
The refined man, who had been sitting cross-legged without moving, suddenly opened his eyes.
"What a powerful fluctuation!"
A trace of shock flashed through the refined man's otherwise tranquil eyes.
Whoosh!
He abruptly rose. Without any other visible movement, he vanished the next instant.
When he reappeared, he was already high in the sky outside the Military Tent.
Flight was strictly forbidden in the military camp!
Powerful restrictions enveloped the entire camp. This was why the many True Gods chose to walk—even Half-Step Ancestral Gods could not fly within the camp.
Setting aside the immense power of these restrictions, even if someone could break through them and soar through the world, no one would willingly do so. This was no joke—the battlefield's Enforcement Team was not to be trifled with.
Anyone caught would, at best, be expelled from the battlefield, or, at worst,