The black silk over his eyes prevented him from "seeing" everything happening here, while dozens of Immortal Kings followed behind him.
He spoke slowly:
"The Three Lives Flower needs nourishment to bloom."
"Hunt down and kill everyone on the battlefield. Hasten the ripening of the Three Lives Flower!"
As his words fell, those behind him vanished in groups of two or three, scattering swiftly in every direction.
The scene shifted. Shi Qingyun and the others had already reached the edge of that Ancient Battlefield.
Across the boundless battlefield, occasional screams traveled from those distant years along the River of Time, reaching the present.
A solemn look involuntarily appeared on Shi Qingyun's face. He could not help wondering what kind of battle this had been, when even after millions of years had passed-
The lingering killing intent and baleful aura had not diminished in the slightest. In particular, the closer they drew, the heavier the aura of clashing weapons and slaughter became.
The moment Emperor Yu and the others stepped onto the battlefield, they heard drumbeats carrying over from the River of Time.
Fierce cries of battle seemed to ring beside their ears.
Dimly, they saw Immortal Kings charging bravely forward, weapons in hand, constantly rushing toward strange creatures of darkness.
Everyone froze at the sight.
Shi Qingyun, however, had long been prepared. A great Yin-Yang demon interwove into being behind him and held its place in midair. In an instant, all the visions before them turned to ash and smoke.
Emperor Yu and the others also broke free of the illusion, lingering fear on all their faces.
"That must have been the Dark Calamity."
"It seems this is a battlefield left behind from the resistance against the Dark Calamity."
When Emperor Yu mentioned the so-called Dark Calamity, the other five