Qin Ze felt a moment of disorientation, and his vision went completely dark.
Once everything returned to normal, he found himself in an unfamiliar space.
The surroundings were dimly lit, filled with a thin gray mist, and exuded an aura of death.
The clones became excited.
"Yay! It's New Land!"
"The area ahead can now be explored."
"What kind of place is this? Is it even possible to get out?"
"The instance has probably refreshed."
"Go find the Boss and make it drop some gold coins!"
"..."
Qin Ze released several ordinary clones.
They weren't allowed to go too far.
Everyone kept a distance of about 100 meters from him, acting as his "eyes".
Qin Ze bent down and grabbed a handful of soil.
It's very dry; there's not a drop of moisture in it.
The surrounding terrain is mostly hilly.
After crossing a small hill, Qin Ze was stunned by what he saw.
Amidst the thin gray mist, tattered armor, longswords and spears haphazardly stuck in the ground, and dark red earth... stretched for kilometers, seemingly without end.
"This is... an ancient battlefield?!"
Qin Ze cautiously entered the battlefield ruins and immediately felt surrounded by a dense aura of death.
He casually picked up a sword from the ground.
The longsword, which was perfectly fine and seemed incredibly sharp just a second ago, instantly turned into a handful of sand before Qin Ze could even swing it a few times.
"The sword has weathered away completely, for thousands of years? Or tens of thousands of years?"
At the edge of the battlefield, Qin Ze saw the outline of a building shrouded in gray fog.
He planned to go straight through the battlefield and check out the building.
Deep within the battlefield, Qin Ze suddenly felt as if he were being watched by countless eyes.
Splash--
The tattered armor emitted a series of strange noises.
Immediately afterwards, the shattered armor reassembled itself, and countless suits of armor, each wielding a weapon, walked step by step toward Qin Ze.
Boom boom boom boom--
Several explosions rang out in succession not far away.
The few holes that had been inserted were also surrounded.
They decisively chose to self-destruct.
"So many dead souls?"
It seems this place is indeed special.
This ancient battlefield has existed for at least a thousand years.
And yet, after so much time has passed, the spirit of this place has not dissipated.
Whew~
Blue flames erupted from beneath Qin Ze's feet.
" Fire Element!"
The surging waves of fire crashed into the armored group in front.
The armor crumbled at the slightest touch.
In an instant, it turned into parts scattered all over the ground.
Although there are many undead, their combat strength is really weak.
Just as Qin Ze was about to unleash his " Fire Movement Technique and rush out in one go, with a "crashing" sound, the broken armor was reassembled.
The Fire Movement Technique only removed the outermost armor; the "spirit" inside remained unaffected.
Seeing the undead army closing in again, Qin Ze had an idea.
My father once said that only magic can fight magic.
The only way to destroy a spirit is through mental power.
Qin Ze closed his eyes and activated the Azure Dragon Meditation.
"Roar--"
The giant dragon leaped out of the Spiritual Sea of Consciousness and circled around him.
Qin Ze walked slowly toward the distant tower, the giant dragon like his guardian deity, never leaving his side.
Any armored undead that approached were instantly devoured by the dragon.
Amidst the vast Sea of the Undead, Qin Ze strolled leisurely as if he were wandering through a backyard garden.
Wherever it passed, armor collapsed to the ground with a clatter.
More than ten minutes later, Qin Ze finally left the area of the ancient battlefield and saw the true appearance of the buildings.
The blurry building was actually a dilapidated tower, probably about eight stories high.
The tower leans at nearly a 30-degree angle, its surface bearing the marks of time.
There was a square at Qin Ze's feet.
Several mummified corpses lay scattered about.
There are no undead here, and those mummies have not risen from the dead.
After looking around and confirming that there was nothing unusual or dangerous, Qin Ze walked straight towards the tower.
"Ah--"
"Don't come any closer--"
Qin Ze paused in his tracks.
That voice... it sounds so familiar.
Meanwhile, on the first floor of the tower.
Zi Yue had just opened her eyes when she found herself teleported to this place.
Just as she was lamenting her bad luck in encountering a rift in the Ancient Battlefield, she was suddenly surrounded by a horde of undead that surged forth.
Having been pampered since childhood, she had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that she sat down on the ground with a thud.
"Elder brother!"
Where are you, brother?!
Zi Yue leaned against the corner, her body trembling like a quail.
"You've missed your brother already after just a short time apart?"
A mocking voice came from the direction of the doorway.
Zi Yue looked up and saw that Qin Ze had appeared at some point.
A huge azure Azure Dragon circled around him.
"Roar--"
The roar of the dragon echoed throughout the entire tower.
The undead surrounding Zi Yue instantly dissipated.
"Wow... what terrifying mental power!"
Zi Yue recognized it as a Azure Dragon composed of spiritual energy.
Her mental power was materialized; even her brother's mental power was nothing special.
Zi Yue was stunned for a moment.
Qin Ze snapped his fingers, and the Azure Dragon vanished.
"Seriously? Are you a child? You're afraid of the dead?"
Zi Yue blushed as she was hit by the boomerang she had shot.
"Who... who said I'm afraid of the dead?"
"They just appeared out of nowhere, and I wasn't ready..."
Zi Yue's voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, her confidence waning.
Qin Ze stopped teasing her and instead asked, "Do you know where this place is?"
Zi Yue nodded. " Ancient Battlefield."
Qin Ze pressed further, "Who's fighting whom?"
Zi Yue replied, "It's said to be a war of gods, but I don't know the specifics of who fought whom."
"So much time has passed, and now all that remains are fragments of words."
Qin Ze looked at the other person. "You didn't study hard, did you? That's why you don't know."
A hint of embarrassment flashed in Zi Yue's eyes.
"Nonsense! I'm a good student!"
Qin Ze chuckled.
A good student who knows nothing when asked.
Where's your brother?
"I was randomly teleported in, so I don't know where my brother is right now, but he'll definitely be able to find me."
Qin Ze sighed inwardly.
What an idiot!
She was genuinely unafraid of what he might do to her, completely unguarded, and didn't even bother to come up with a reason like "my brother is nearby."
Qin Ze glanced at that beautiful face and thought to himself, "Luckily, I'm a person of high moral character."
"Why are you staring at me?" Zi Yue felt a little uneasy and tightened her coat.
Qin Ze withdrew his gaze and headed towards the stairs.
"I told you, you're safe with me."
Zi Yue gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath, "Bastard!"
Qin Ze went up the stairs, with Zi Yue following behind like a tail.
The entire second floor is gone, leaving only the two side walls.
Qin Ze leaped into the air using the Vermilion Bird Step.
After hesitating for a moment, Zi Yue was enveloped in green light and decided to follow.
Qin Ze found nothing on several floors in a row.
The river of time washes everything away, leaving nothing behind.
Just when Qin Ze thought he had gained nothing, he reached the top floor and saw a book.
The book cover is inscribed in Spirit Language: " Chronicle of Time."
(Why should I, the author, offer empty promises in a mere two thousand words? Let Little Black speak for himself!)