It was vast, like an island suspended in the air, standing alongside the Golden Dao Palace.
The arena had no luster or aura of the immortal Dao. It looked dull and plain, its surface mottled with dark red bloodstains, broken weapons, and scars.
Yet the moment it appeared, everyone felt a towering murderous intent rushing straight at them. Ordinary people would scream and collapse upon arriving here.
It was far too terrifying. Though ordinary in appearance, it seemed capable of devouring souls. Even a single glance made hearts pound and bodies tremble uncontrollably.
This was Immortal Ancient's greatest battlefield, an arena belonging to peerless geniuses. Since ancient times, countless people had died upon it.
Every one of them had been among the strongest of their race, a supreme prodigy. Otherwise, they would not even have qualified to ascend it.
Among Immortal Ancient's great true realms, in the Nest Realm.
A slender figure stood at the very top of the Ferocious Nest. He looked overhead. "It's time to go."
He was a young man, handsome as fine jade, his body shrouded in faint mist. Graceful and unworldly, he resembled a banished immortal, untouched by mortal smoke and fire, transcendent and peerless.
Dressed in blue, he held a jade flute, his robes fluttering. A faint glow surrounded his body, and even his hair was crystalline. He stood there quietly, serene and ethereal.
Despite He Xian's interference, the Exiled Immortal's arrangements had proceeded smoothly. After six or seven lifetimes of preparation and the blood sacrifice of over a hundred thousand living beings, his efforts had not come to nothing. In one stroke, he had become the most fearsomely infamous of them all.
In another true realm, the Fallen Dragon Realm.
Legend held that a Dragon-Transforming Flood Dragon had died here while undergoing its