Lu Ren watched the scenes unfold before him. Though they were merely images within an illusion, he could still feel the terror of that battle.
That battle had actually shattered the world, turning it into a continent.
Countless lives in that world had perished. Those who survived were all peak experts.
Despair filled their eyes as they watched their clansmen and friends die one after another. They threw back their heads and roared, charging into battle against those Divine Generals.
But how could they possibly be a match for those Divine Generals? They were slaughtered one by one.
For a time, the entire world resembled a living hell.
"Was this the Xuanhuang Continent from a hundred thousand years ago?"
Lu Ren murmured to himself.
Before long, the white mist dissipated, and the scenes before him vanished along with it. Lu Ren discovered that he was standing in a void-like space. Mountain ranges rose and fell all around him, stretching endlessly in ruin and devastation, like an ancient battlefield.
This place carried much of the atmosphere of the Divine Ruins Battlefield, as though a great war had only just ended. Qingyan still drifted up from many places, while flames flickered.
At the end of his vision stood an enormous palace. It was solemn and majestic, carrying a deep, ancient aura. Simply standing there, it gave off an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Moreover, skeletons lay scattered throughout the surroundings. They had long lost all vitality and were as withered as dry firewood, yet countless divine runes were still etched upon them.
"These skeletons should belong to Divine Venerable Realm experts!"
Lu Ren was secretly shocked. He had not expected so many powerful experts to have been buried in this secret realm.
"After more than a hundred thousand years, has someone finally entered