Only after tempering himself for more than a month amid the purgatory-like Eternal Killing Ground, against the undying Dao laws left behind by Saints, did he leave that terrifying core region.
"What's going on? It feels like something terrifying is approaching me!" Just as Lu Chen was about to leave the Primordial Battlefield, he sensed something uncanny drawing near.
Clad in golden sun battle armor, he held the Legacy Saint Bell, now restored to flawless condition. Faint saintly might spread from it as he remained on high alert against whatever lurked in the shadows.
After traveling several dozen li, he suddenly unleashed the bronze Saint Bell toward the path ahead. Dazzling holy light illuminated the dim world, and its terrifying divine might reduced a stretch of land to dust.
A piercing sound rang out, like the wailing of a vicious ghost, making his hair stand on end. A sinister chill spread through the air.
In that instant, Lu Chen saw a red figure flash past. It evaded the Saint Bell's strike and vanished into the black mist of the Primordial Battlefield.
"Red hair covering its whole body, eyes filled with malice and ferocity, an ominous aura... that's a Source Heavenly Master in his twilight years!" He could not help shivering.
He knew that the Source Arts Masters of the Eastern Wasteland, the dragon-seeking Earth Masters of the Central Plains, and all practitioners of unusual arts who sought treasures beneath mountains and rivers belonged to cursed professions.
That was the so-called ominous fate of a Source Heavenly Master's twilight years. In truth, similar extraordinary figures would all meet bitter ends in old age, provided their cultivation in this field had reached sufficient depths.
The source of the curse, however, lay with two Ancient Supremes: the Source God and the Source Ghost.