Chapter 522 - 529: Ancient Battlefield Ruins

The various approaches within the legacy were not just identical to her own—even the habits for breaking Arrays were exactly the same. Not only did it feel incredibly smooth to follow, but it also filled her with a sense of familiarity.

The more Feng Jiuxiao read, the more engrossed she became. She grew to love it, and many points of confusion now became much clearer.

As if waking from a dream, she clutched the legacy in her hands, her grip tightening.

Song Wanning wasn’t surprised to see this. Only someone with true passion could understand the feeling of ecstatic surprise that came with encountering such a precious legacy.

She didn’t rush her, simply waiting off to the side.

「An hour passed in a flash.」

Feng Jiuxiao finally pulled herself away from the legacy, a look on her face showing she still wanted more, her eyes filled with admiration.

"I never imagined my future self would achieve so much on the path of Arrays!"

She was very satisfied with her future self and began to look forward to her own growth.

"Senior, your attainments on the path of Arrays are profound. It’s a pity that I..."

Song Wanning smiled and shook her head. For it to have ended up in her hands was truly a waste.

Hearing this, Feng Jiuxiao looked up, the way she looked at Song Wanning finally changing.

"You have no talent for the path of Arrays, yet my future self was willing to give you the legacy. That must mean you are exceptionally outstanding!"

"I must like you a lot!"

She knew her own personality too well. If they didn’t get along, she would rather destroy the legacy than give it to someone else.

’My future self must really admire Song Wanning.’

"Now that I have this legacy, my understanding of Arrays will deepen once more. Perhaps when you return, you’ll find the contents of the legacy have changed."

The mysteries of time and space were immense; it was entirely possible that a series of effects and changes would occur.

These seemingly joking words suddenly gave Song Wanning an idea.

"Senior, if that’s really possible, could you do me a favor? I’ve encountered a problem."

As she spoke, she told Feng Jiuxiao about how the Central Domain was sealed off from the four realms.

"If you have time, Senior, could you help me think of a way to break the barrier?"

To restore the world, the barrier around the Spirit Realm had to be opened first, allowing the dense Spiritual Energy to spread out and nourish the entire realm.

If it wasn’t possible, then so be it. She wouldn’t force the issue; she just wanted to give it a try.

Feng Jiuxiao nodded upon hearing this. She asked for more details about the restriction’s characteristics and committed them to memory.

"Young lady, I must thank you for bringing me this legacy."

She originally thought that comprehending the Array here would be her greatest reward, but she never expected the true greatest reward was this.

"But how will you leave? Now that you’ve entered a fragment of time and space, how will you return to the correct timeline?"

"I don’t know either."

Song Wanning shook her head. "But I feel it must be related to the pavilion here."

Her luck was extremely good right now, so she could vaguely sense the will of the Heavenly Dao—in short, intuition.

"Alright. In that case, I’ll get you out of this place first. We’ll try to find a chance to send you back!"

Feng Jiuxiao was worried that if Song Wanning remained here, she would eventually be erased by the time-space fragment.

After all, she didn’t belong here, and there was no telling what unforeseen changes might occur.

"Okay, thank you, Senior!"

Song Wanning nodded respectfully.

If Mu Zixu saw her attitude now, he would surely exclaim that she was completely two-faced.

Next, Feng Jiuxiao began trying to break the Array.

After a few attempts, the Array finally opened. The vast starry sky suddenly changed, becoming a barren wasteland.

For thousands of miles, the ground was devoid of any green, dotted only with protruding burial mounds.

Feng Jiuxiao’s brow furrowed. She immediately sensed something was wrong.

But Song Wanning finally sensed the source of that strange energy fluctuation.

"This is..."

"A ruin from an Ancient Battlefield?"

Feng Jiuxiao seemed to recognize the place before her, a flash of Evil Qi flickering in her eyes.

Ancient Battlefields had extremely dense Yin Qi and Evil Qi. Ordinary people couldn’t withstand it at all and might even be driven to do extreme things.

Even they didn’t dare to linger.

’An Ancient Battlefield?’

A glint of light flashed in Song Wanning’s eyes. After the great war with the Demon God, the world had seen many other great wars.

This place was likely the ruins of one of them.

She followed the energy to its source and discovered it was a burial mound.

"What’s wrong?"

Feng Jiuxiao looked over as well, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"I feel like there’s something strange about that grave."

Song Wanning raised her hand and pointed to the burial mound, her gaze turning sharp.

"Then let’s go take a look."

With that, Feng Jiuxiao walked straight over, and Song Wanning immediately followed.

Soon, the two of them stopped in front of the grave.

"There’s no aura of an Array here, and I don’t sense anything unusual. It seems this is up to you."

After a careful inspection, Feng Jiuxiao still found nothing out of the ordinary, and she knew in her heart that this place must be fated with Song Wanning.

Song Wanning pursed her lips, her gaze fixed on the tombstone.

All the tombstones here were blank. There were no names, not even the names of those who erected them.

But that intense energy fluctuation made her feel uneasy.

As she stared, she unconsciously fell into a trance.

...

"KILL—"

"KILL—"

"AHH!"

"FIGHT THEM TO THE DEATH—"

"CHARGE—"

Countless shouts exploded by her ears.

Song Wanning snapped back to her senses, but the scene before her had completely changed.

A sky full of Spells dyed the heavens a dazzling array of colors.

But what filled it more were severed limbs flying through the air and spurting blood.

From time to time, the sound of self-detonations would ring out. The scene was so tragic and heroic that a chill ran down Song Wanning’s spine, and she froze on the spot.

During the ancient great war, she had mostly witnessed the collapse of heaven and earth, the overturning of mountains and seas.

But the scene before her now was one of endless bloodshed and bone-deep despair.

The two sides were fighting like madmen, completely disregarding their own safety...

The waves of desperate screams and cries nearly pierced her eardrums.

And amidst the tens of thousands of Cultivators, she noticed a figure right in the center of the battle.

He was covered in blood, mercilessly swinging the great saber in his hand, his expression long since numb.

It was as if the motion of swinging the saber was carved into his very bones, every strike an act of instinct.

Song Wanning stared at him, and gradually, she saw no one else.

She watched as the man was wounded again and again, and watched as he reaped the lives of his enemies, her vision gradually becoming covered by a sea of red.

Until...

The man crashed to the ground, but the long saber in his hand remained upright, unleashing an endless killing intent that surged in all directions.

Even Song Wanning felt a majestic killing intent rush toward her, but her body was frozen, unable to move. She could only watch as that killing intent charged straight at her.

In that instant, she felt the aura of death.

Her eyes narrowed. The Golden Small Sword in her Sea of Consciousness suddenly shot out, viciously striking back at the long saber.

"BOOM—"

After the massive collision, the killing intent abruptly vanished.