The camp at the edge of the gorge was in utter disarray.
Dust mingled with a faint smell of blood, and everyone stationed there had their own thoughts.
Faint sounds came from deep within the gorge.
Although everyone was curious about what had happened inside, without specific orders, they still had to obediently hold their position.
Deputy General Luo had personally led his troops to suppress the rebellion. They had no right to watch.
Military discipline was ironclad: carry out orders and heed prohibitions.
Violators would be treated as deserters or spies.
At most, these people were only at Foundation Establishment. None wanted to test the effectiveness of military law before someone in the Golden Core Realm.
The gruesome deaths of those three Foundation Establishment cultivators were still vivid in their minds.
Even the strongest curiosity would melt like ice beneath that accumulated authority.
Everyone felt unable to take a single step beyond the tiny patch of ground at the gorge entrance.
At the edge of camp, in the same corner as before, Song Yan sat cross-legged, resting and recuperating.
But most of his attention was on the gold-and-red Ancient Talisman in his hand.
Ever since Sheng Nian had given it to him, the Ancient Talisman had shown no activity. Song Yan had only considered it a key to entering these Immortal Dynasty Ancient Battlefield Ruins.
Presumably, before he killed the rebels today, the others had thought the same.
Now, the Gold-Red Ancient Talisman felt somewhat hot in his hand.
After absorbing thirty-seven strands of scarlet Spiritual Power, the Ancient Talisman's colors seemed to have changed slightly upon close inspection.
Of its two colors, the originally vivid red seemed to have dimmed considerably.
Its color had deepened, as though it had drunk its fill of blood.
The gold was brighter