After reading these unofficial histories, Wenlong felt that the affairs of mighty cultivators were not yet his concern. All he wanted was a sliver of opportunity, and that would be enough.
He continued searching through the books for accounts of what lay inside the Ancient Battlefield. Yet no matter how he searched, he could find no further information.
That made one thing clear: very few of those who entered had ever returned.
Otherwise, there could not possibly have been so few records. Even where accounts did exist, he doubted their authenticity.
The Ancient Battlefield was far away. Even at the Flying Saucer's speed, the journey took more than a month, showing just how distant it was.
From afar, he could already see the outskirts of the Ancient Battlefield. Everywhere was barren, overgrown with weeds, without the slightest trace of human habitation.
Occasionally, he spotted a few small animals, but nothing else. The land lay silent, with no other signs of life.
Wenlong waited on the outskirts for a long while. He probed the distance with his divine sense, but detected nothing unusual.
Only then did he relax and continue forward. He had no choice but to travel on his sword, afraid that if the Flying Saucer came under attack inside, he would not even have a chance to escape.
The Flying Saucer might have been sturdy, but who knew just how powerful the methods of those mighty cultivators were?
Safety came first. He cautiously scanned the area with his divine sense before slowly advancing.
After half a day, it looked as though he should be nearing the boundary.
He was just about to stop and rest when a streak of saber light suddenly hurtled toward him.
There was no time to block it. He immediately flipped off his sword and