"There are traces left by a battle between Venerables. They're terrifying. Judging by their age, it should have happened not long ago," the Pavilion Master said gravely.
Shi Yi's eyes lit up at his words. As long as he was still in time, he stood a good chance of beating the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow to the Mountain Treasure and obtaining that supreme inheritance.
"Please lend me your aid, Pavilion Master."
His plea was earnest.
"Of course. However, the main combatants seem to have been several beast Venerables, and they are not friendly toward humans. You can tell from the hellish sight of blood flowing across a hundred thousand li. Approach such terrifying creatures, and you could easily die without even a place to bury your bones.
"I'll be all right. I'm only a spirit body. Even if I perish, my true body will merely suffer an injury. You're different." The Pavilion Master stressed the dangers of approaching the battlefield once more.
There was no helping it. The primordial remnants had been utterly ruthless. Every human settlement and great tribe within a hundred thousand li of the Vast Mountain Range had been slaughtered to the last soul. Not only humans, but birds and beasts had vanished as well. Even the Pavilion Master of an ancient pure land felt suffocated by such a horrifying sight.
"Rest assured, Pavilion Master. I know what I'm doing." Shi Yi's gaze was resolute, without the slightest wavering.
Whether it was the Ancient Heavenly Art or the Peerless Sword Art, he was determined to obtain it. The greater the danger, the greater the reward. Cultivation was a journey against heaven to begin with, and its essence lay in a single word: struggle.
Even if he had to stake his life on it, he would not hesitate. Once certain