"The Hundred Clans Battlefield?"
Hearing Shi Yi's plans, the Heaven Mending Pavilion's Pavilion Master paused in surprise.
"Are you sure you want to go there?"
Shi Yi nodded.
He now desperately needed a brutal place in the real world to temper himself. After considering every option, he could think of nowhere more suitable than the Hundred Clans Battlefield.
At his answer, the Pavilion Master's eyes shifted. In that instant, many thoughts passed through his mind.
Shi Yi noticed the Pavilion Master's unusual reaction. A moment's thought told him why.
The Heaven Mending Pavilion, hailed as an Ancient Era Pure Land, had been founded in the ancient era by a castoff disciple of the Upper Realm's Heaven Mending Sect.
Since that disciple had come from the Upper Realm and had even been a core disciple of the Heaven Mending Sect, he must have known how the Upper Realm's great powers exploited and controlled the Lower Realm.
The so-called Hundred Clans Battlefield was one of the landmarks of the Upper Realm's enslavement of the Lower Realm.
From its first appearance until now, every prodigious creature who won consecutive victories on the Hundred Clans Battlefield, cutting down generals and breaking through barriers to fight their way to the very end, had met the same fate after reaching the Upper Realm. They either became Ancient Beasts guarding the gates of great orthodoxies or some powerful cultivator's mount or Daoist attendant. Without exception, they all became slaves and lost their freedom.
The place was a deception from beginning to end. Only the creatures of the Lower Realm were kept in the dark, flocking to it like ducks.
The castoff disciple of the Upper Realm's Heaven Mending Sect-the founding patriarch of the Desolate Region's Heaven Mending Pavilion-had known this secret, but he could not make it