Regardless, the years rolled on, and the Ancient Era had passed. Those people and things that had once shone so brilliantly had all vanished.
Each age brought forth its own talents, each reigning supreme for a million years.
Shi Yi bowed solemnly to the pile of ashes. He had gained an unimaginably great opportunity within this Dao palace, all thanks to the mighty figure of the Ancient Era who had left this cave abode behind. Naturally, his heart was filled with gratitude.
Afterward, Shi Yi made another circuit of the Dao palace, using his Double Pupils to scan his surroundings for hidden compartments and the like.
Only after confirming that he had missed nothing did he retrace his steps and fly out through the fissure. The gray stone mountain remained unchanged, but the moment Shi Yi emerged from the fissure, it began to collapse and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. All that remained was a pitch-black Space Rift.
He sighed softly and left.
On the next leg of his journey, Shi Yi activated his Double Pupils and sped through the thick gray fog. After considerable effort, he finally crossed the vast dark forest and reached the heart of the Hundred Clans Battlefield.
More figures appeared here, with forces from all sides entrenched throughout the area. It was practically a miniature Desolate Region.
However, the situation in the Hundred Clans Battlefield was even more tangled and intricate. Geniuses from ancient lineages that rarely emerged into the world, prodigious princes and princesses from the Human Race's Ancient Kingdoms, Pure-Blooded Creatures from the Primordial Divine Mountain, and many others all gathered here, driving the battlefield's cruelty and terror to entirely new heights.
For those who wanted to make a name for themselves in the Desolate Region, there was another