Evan Chu couldn’t help but be awed by this mysterious Invisible Scroll. The craftsmanship behind it was simply mind-blowing—no matter how much manpower or resources went into making it, the result was something truly extraordinary. The scenes it displayed gave him a vivid sense of actually stepping into those distant realms. His heart pounded—this was no ordinary artifact, but a miracle forged by a power far beyond his own!
“Lord Frostbane, seeing these visions—aren’t you shocked? Aren’t you worried about the identity of that middle-aged man and his final fate? Come to the Divine Battlefield. I’ll answer every doubt in your heart.” The aged voice echoed once more.
That voice, too, came from within the scroll. Evan Chu didn’t speak; he just stared quietly at the miraculous scroll, certain now that it was a divine sense imprint left behind by Venerable Solus. Even this tiny detail showed how extraordinary that man truly was.
Another scene unfolded. This time, it wasn’t some distant, unfamiliar land—it was the Azure Tide Ruins, a place Evan Chu knew like the back of his hand. He even saw the grand hall of Sacred Sword Sect within it.
Sacred Sword Sect wasn’t far from Lord Frostbane’s own sect, and Evan Chu was intimately familiar with everything around it. The vision stretched out to a great mountain hundreds of li from Sacred Sword Sect—Cloudcrest Mountain, the highest peak in all of Azure Tide Ruins.
This place was always shrouded in mist and clouds. Even halfway up the mountain, thick layers of fog blocked the view—few had ever truly glimpsed its summit. Occasionally, the roars of monster beasts echoed from above, but these weren’t ordinary beasts from the Monster Beast Forest. Judging by their cries, every one of them was at least Divine Martial Realm or stronger; otherwise, their voices wouldn’t carry so far.
Evan Chu only half-understood the mysteries of Cloudcrest Mountain. Rumor had it that countless rare herbs grew up there, and many had ventured forth to harvest them—yet most never returned. Gradually, Cloudcrest Mountain became known as a perilous forbidden zone, and people stopped approaching.
Now, the scroll revealed Cloudcrest Mountain with a clear purpose. Evan Chu’s heart raced—could the entrance to the Divine Battlefield really be atop Cloudcrest Mountain? The thought sent a surge of anticipation and dread through him. He couldn’t help but think so, but his eyes stayed fixed on the blank scroll, waiting for more answers, determined not to miss a single clue.
Sure enough, on one of Cloudcrest Mountain’s peaks stood a massive stone stele, inscribed with ancient characters. Evan Chu couldn’t make them out, but he guessed they must explain how to enter the Divine Battlefield.
The vision paused here, and once again the aged voice sounded: “Lord Frostbane, if you want to enter the Divine Battlefield, you must reach the summit of Cloudcrest Mountain. There’s danger waiting for you, so give it your all. I’ll be waiting for you at the Divine Battlefield.”
As the voice faded, Evan Chu glanced at the scroll in his hand, about to store it in his ring—when suddenly, the scroll burst into flames. In just a few breaths, it turned to ash. This eerie phenomenon was yet another proof of Venerable Solus’s terrifying power.
Steadying himself, Evan Chu swept his gaze over the demonic miasma scattered throughout the spatial black hole. With a single thought, he gripped his Frostbane Sword and slashed fiercely at the void—he had to tear open the spatial black hole and escape.
This strike was a Heaven-Cleave infused with five-elemental power. Evan Chu knew it wouldn’t be enough to break the spatial black hole, so he unleashed another sword slash in rapid succession. The twin attacks, almost simultaneous, were like two Heaven-Cleaves crashing together—thunder and wind roared through the void.
Sure enough, the spatial black hole couldn’t withstand Evan Chu’s ferocious assault and collapsed. A massive rift opened before him, and with a flash, he stepped into the outside world. Traces of demonic miasma also seeped out through the rift.
Evan Chu didn’t bother with the demonic miasma. Even if Mad Butcher Demon General wanted to recover, it was impossible now. What mattered most was getting back to Frostbane Sect and restoring his Chaos Dragon Force—after using Heaven-Cleave twice in a row, he’d burned through nearly half his reserves. If he didn’t recover quickly, the next disaster could swallow him whole!
Surveying the land below, Evan Chu realized he wasn’t above the forest where he’d fought Mad Butcher Demon General. The surroundings were unfamiliar—he wasn’t even within Frostbane Sect’s territory.
Extending his divine sense, Evan Chu found himself in a strange place. Instinct told him it was still within the Azure Tide Ruins’ bounds, but he hadn’t expected the spatial black hole to drop him so far away.
But Evan Chu was used to oddities like this. Back during the sect tournament, he’d torn open a spatial black hole and emerged directly above Frostbane Sect, even though the battlefield had been thousands of li away. Besides, Azure Tide Ruins was vast—finding unfamiliar places was nothing unusual.
Picking a direction, Evan Chu teleported several times in a row, but strangely, he didn’t encounter a single person along the way. The emptiness unsettled him.
He kept teleporting, but the result was the same. The distance he covered must have been thousands of li, yet the ground below wasn’t desert—it was lush and green, the kind of place people should live.
But even after traveling thousands of li, the land was utterly deserted. A sense of foreboding crept into Evan Chu’s heart—had he somehow ended up in another realm after breaking through the spatial black hole? The silence gnawed at his nerves, forcing him to confront the terrifying possibility that he was truly alone in a world shaped by ancient catastrophe.
“Luna, do you know what’s going on here? Why is this place so empty? Is this really still Azure Tide Ruins?” Evan Chu asked urgently.
After a long pause, Luna replied, “Evan, I don’t know whether to call you lucky or unlucky. This is the Divine Battlefield. It’s incredibly rare to arrive here directly by tearing open a spatial black hole.”
But the strangeness of the Divine Battlefield is beyond imagining. If you thought Azure Tide Ruins was vast, here it’s barely the size of a small city.
To be blunt—even if you teleported nonstop for a month, you might not reach the edge of the Divine Battlefield. There are monster beasts here, too, but they’re terrifyingly strong. With your current strength, you might handle a few, but if you run into a true super-monster, your only option is to flee.”
Hearing this, Evan Chu almost dropped out of the sky. He’d stumbled into the Divine Battlefield without even realizing it—he’d always pictured the place as a desolate wasteland, a graveyard for ancient gods. Now, finding himself here, his mind whirled with disbelief and a bitter sense of fate’s cruelty.
After all, ancient wars had raged here, their power tearing heaven and earth apart. Surely the land would be ruined beyond recognition. Yet after flying for so long, Evan Chu hadn’t seen anything particularly unusual.
Soon, Evan Chu spotted a clear river in the distance. He decided to rest by its bank for a while—his Chaos Dragon Force was nearly spent. Luna had warned him this place was full of danger; he needed to recover before he could handle whatever might come next.