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As astonishing spatial ripples surged through the air, two figures appeared on a stretch of land amid waves of gold-and-silver spirit light and heaven-sealing power.
The moment Ye Han appeared, an air of decline and weathered age struck him in the face, followed by an ancient, suffocating presence!
Surprise crept onto Ye Han's face. What was this place? Why was there such an astonishing ancient aura of decay...?
He looked out across the landscape!
They stood amid ancient battlefield ruins that had endured a devastating clash. The ground was shattered, riddled with craters of varying depths, as though recounting the ferocity of that world-shaking battle of old.
The craters had jagged edges, and the scorched earth exuded a stale air, as though the lingering heat of that battle had yet to fade.
Strange statues and tall towers stood all around them. The statues' forms were twisted, their features indistinct. Some lacked arms or legs, while others lay half-buried in the earth.
The statues held grotesque poses, as though casting some mysterious and terrifying spell, lending the dilapidated ruins an even more sinister air. Mottled markings crawled over their surfaces, like scars left by time or some obscure runes.
Broken formation patterns lingered on the walls. Their radiance had long since died, leaving only dim lines that barely outlined their former glory. Nothing remained of the ruins but broken walls and scattered masonry.
Here and there, fragments of magic treasures could be seen embedded in the ruins, emitting faint fluctuations of spiritual power that stirred visions of the grand battles cultivators had once fought here.
A thin layer of mist hung deep within the ruins. Strange sounds drifted faintly through it, like low growls or distant sighs, sending chills down their spines.
Here, they could feel the weight and mystery