Chapter 1502: The Ancient Battlefield Opens

Chapter 1502: Chapter 1502: The Ancient Battlefield Opens

Fu Xi quietly watched Yang Yan, sighed heavily, but did not interrupt his contemplation.

Moments later, Yang Yan lifted his head still marked by grief, seriously asking, "Is there no way to avoid it?"

Fu Xi sighed gently and said with a bitter smile, "There has long been a method, but I wonder if you all can adhere to it."

Yang Yan’s brow twitched slightly, showing a hint of delight, and he hurriedly asked, "What is it? We shall certainly comply."

Fu Xi said solemnly, "The duration for which one can resist the Evil Qi depends solely on one’s willpower. If one cannot resist its intrusion, please evacuate promptly. It’s just... alas!"

Saying this, Fu Xi paused with a sigh.

However, Yang Yan understood his concern.

Every person from War God Academy is filled with intense killing intent and desires to grow stronger.

Even knowing the possibility of being invaded by Evil Qi, they would still risk everything for the opportunities in the Ancient Battlefield, to become stronger.

This is human nature; few can restrain from it, and preventing it is indeed very difficult.

With a heavy tone, Yang Yan said to Fu Xi, "In five days, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Leaving this remark, Yang Yan didn’t wait for Fu Xi to speak again and walked towards where the War God Academy disciples were located.

Yang Yan wandered in the Silver Moon Academy, walking aimlessly with a heavy heart, when he suddenly heard a voice calling out.

Following the voice, he saw it was Lin Zimu.

Lin Zimu had also followed the warship to Earth this time.

He was also one of those who would enter the Ancient Battlefield.

For everyone, it was a great opportunity, or rather, a lifeline.

Because everyone knew that no one would be spared from the impending great calamity of the world; only true powerhouses would have the chance to fight against it.

Regardless of inevitable death, even with dangers lurking at every step within the Ancient Battlefield, everyone rushed in if there was a chance.

Seeing Yang Yan stop, Lin Zimu instantly teleported to him.

Arriving in front of Yang Yan, Lin Zimu laughed and said, "Yang... um, Yang Yan, it’s been a long time since we’ve had a drink together. How about we have one today?"

Yang Yan nodded, waved his hand, and brought Lin Zimu to a cliffside.

Lin Zimu, seeing this, turned his hand to take out two gourds of fine wine, throwing one to Yang Yan.

He smiled slightly at Yang Yan, lifted his own gourd, and took a hearty swig.

Seeing this, Yang Yan also raised his gourd and drank from it.

After a while, empty wine gourds were scattered around them, strewn all over the place.

Looking at the misty clouds below, Lin Zimu sighed lightly and said, "Yang, when we first met, you were just a Half-Step Golden Core cultivator, weren’t you?"

"I didn’t expect decades to pass, and you’ve become a Void Realm powerhouse, while I’ve reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

"But ever since that time with the Celestial Demon King, I’ve grown weary of this cultivation life. I detest my powerless self; I hate my own weakness."

With eyes red, Lin Zimu looked at Yang Yan and said, "Do you know? During that catastrophe years ago, I watched my friends turn into puppets with my own eyes, yet I was helpless."

"Not too long ago, during the fusion of the Vast Sea, I watched as my Dao partner was slaughtered by an Evil Demon, her blood spraying on me."

"Regrettably, I just didn’t have the power to avenge her. I hate it, I hate that I don’t have enough strength!"

Then, wiping the tears from his cheeks, Lin Zimu said to Yang Yan with a seemingly mad expression, "Yang Yan, I know the Ancient Battlefield is extremely dangerous, but I crave power, so I hope you won’t stop me."

Hearing all this, Yang Yan was utterly shocked.

He never imagined his senior brother had gone through so much over the years.

Nor did he think that his Dao partner had died before his eyes.

No wonder he seemed more silent than before when they met again.

Who would have thought that beneath this silence brewed emotions like a volcanic eruption?

Yang Yan truly understood Lin Zimu’s current feelings. After pondering for a moment, he nodded heavily.

Lin Zimu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath to compose himself, turned to Yang Yan with a smile, and said, "Yang, today let’s not talk about business, just about romance and beauty."

Yang Yan sighed and said, "Very well, we haven’t had a good chat for a while, so let’s talk today."

Then the two clinked their glasses, seeming to forget all the troubles, returning to the leisurely days back at the Ancient Abyss Sect.

Time quickly passed, and in no time, the day to enter the Ancient Battlefield had arrived.

With a solemn face, Yang Yan looked at the crowd below and said loudly, "Have you all thought this through? The journey is fraught with danger, where every step is alarming, and you may never return. Once inside, life and death are beyond your control, and you might be shattered to pieces, even lose your very being."

Lin Zimu seemed to have moved past his despondency from that day, smiling broadly at Yang Yan and saying, "Dean Yang, ever since joining the War God Academy, we’ve put life and death aside, so what is there to fear?"

With a heavy expression, Yang Yan then distributed the Teleportation Jade Plates to the cultivators, explaining some of the known perilous areas within the battlefield.

Yet not a single person withdrew, with faces full of eagerness instead.

Yang Yan nodded secretly.

Truly worthy of being from the War God Academy; these individuals were selected through rigorous levels and possessed unmatched talent and intelligence.

Even when facing life-threatening dangers, they could maintain a calm and composed attitude.

Of course, as their dean, Yang Yan still faced them gravely and said, "The Ancient Battlefield is extremely perilous. Now, you all shall group into teams of a hundred, with a Divinity Transformation cultivator as the leader, and enter the battlefield in batches."

Quickly, everyone organized into various squads as Yang Yan instructed, streams of light flying into the space vortex beside him.

After everyone entered, Yang Yan also turned and entered the Ancient Battlefield.

As the space shifted, everyone arrived at the Ancient Space.

Upon seeing the scene before them and sensing the rich ancient aura around, everyone was understandably aghast.

Yang Yan, too, was rendered speechless in shock.

As far as the eye could see, corpses were scattered across the battlefield.

Among them, a giant of enormous stature knelt on the ground, roaring at the sky.

There was also a Demon Race member exuding Demonic Qi, their nearby space fracturing into a black hole.

Just a glance seemed to pull one into endless darkness.

There were also unknown colossal beasts severed into segments, dispersing like boundless city walls on the battlefield.

In other areas, space was shattered, with giant figures undulating within it.

Their aura was overwhelmingly powerful, as if, despite the passage of millennia, they seemed to remain alive.

Suddenly, a scream erupted from the crowd.