kingnovel Chapter 898
Chapter 898
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile, and then he said:
"Don't worry, Sect Master. If they follow my orders after entering the Ancient Battlefield, I will naturally take care of them. But if they insist on going their own way and refuse to obey my instructions, then I can do nothing. After all, I cannot risk my own life and the lives of everyone else."
"Okay, then go back and get ready."
Liu Ruoli nodded slightly and said with concern, "We will set off on time in an hour."
"One hour?"
Han Changkong was slightly stunned when he heard this, with a look of surprise on his face, "Are you so anxious?"
"Time is running out, so we have to do this."
Liu Ruoli explained anxiously, "You must enter the Ancient Battlefield as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you encounter any cultivators from the Protoss outside, you'll definitely be in serious trouble. From what I know, there must be quite a few cultivators from the Protoss entering the Ancient Battlefield this time."
"Okay then. I'll go tell Yue Rou right away."
Han Changkong bowed and said goodbye, then turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the Liren Sect.
An hour later, Han Changkong and fifty people boarded the flying boat.
The flying boat is as black as ink, and its hull is engraved with complex and mysterious runes, emitting a faint spiritual glow, as if telling the countless years and battles it has experienced.
Han Changkong stood at the bow of the flying boat, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his eyes looking into the distance with determination and depth.
Han Changkong took a deep breath, then his eyes became firm and he shouted loudly:
"Set off!"
The voice resounded like a huge bell, carrying unquestionable majesty.
There was no one else leading the team on this trip. Han Changkong held the positioning jade slip tightly in his hand and slowly injected spiritual power into it. The jade slip flickered with light, presenting a strange picture and coordinate information.
He looked at it carefully and couldn't help but frowning slightly. The destination was actually above the void. He speculated thoughtfully, could it be that there were countless small worlds below this divine continent, and above it was the previous divine world that was once glorious?
Han Changkong recalled what Che Jun had said before, that the ancient battlefield was the previous divine realm that was destroyed.
This filled him with doubts and shock. What kind of powerful and terrifying force could shatter an entire divine continent into its current state?
What kind of unknown and shocking secret is hidden behind this?
As the flying boat continued to climb and sped towards the sky, Han Changkong stood quietly at the bow, gazing at the Divine Realm Continent gradually disappearing into the distance below.
Looking down from this height, the Divine Continent looked like a huge, flat pancake, quietly floating in the endless void. The entire continent was shrouded in a soft and mysterious halo, which seemed to contain endless mysterious power and ancient breath.
Han Changkong secretly calculated in his mind that based on his current knowledge and understanding, the highest known cultivation level in the divine realm should be the Saint Venerable realm.
However, even if one reaches the extraordinary realm of the Holy Lord, it is absolutely impossible to spread the divine consciousness unhindered to the entire vast continent of the Divine Realm.
So, the ancient battlefield, which was once a complete divine realm, was ruthlessly shattered. Does this mean that in the distant and mysterious past, there existed a terrifying cultivation level that surpassed the Holy Lord?
What kind of destructive power and incredible magical powers does this existence possess?
Thinking of this, Han Changkong felt his scalp tingling and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.
I am just a cultivator at the peak of the Divine King level. In this vast universe and the long river of history, I am like a drop in the ocean, so small and insignificant.
Now, thinking about these profound questions involving the origin of the universe and ancient secrets, isn’t it a bit presumptuous?
But these thoughts were like ghosts, tightly wrapped around him and could not be shaken off.
After all, all of this is closely related to him, especially the mysterious and extraordinary system in his body.
This system has been with him since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, providing him with countless rare resources, powerful skills and magical opportunities, allowing him to make rapid progress on this difficult path of cultivating immortals, far surpassing ordinary people.
However, he never thought deeply about the origin of this system.
Now, on the way to the ancient battlefield, in this atmosphere full of mystery and unknown, this question becomes more and more prominent.
Who created this system?
Why did it choose itself?
What is the purpose of its existence?
The more Han Changkong thought about it, the more frightened he became. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead involuntarily, and his clothes on the back were soaked with sweat.
This fear of the unknown plunged him into deep confusion and bewilderment.
Moreover, as the flying boat got closer and closer to the ancient battlefield, the intense curiosity and inexplicable fear intertwined together, making it increasingly difficult for him to extricate himself.
There seemed to be an invisible pressure in the surrounding void, which was a gaze from the depths of history and the unknown world, causing Han Changkong's heartbeat to accelerate involuntarily and his breathing to become rapid.
He knew very well that this trip to the ancient battlefield was probably not just a simple treasure hunt and battle journey, but more likely a thrilling exploration to uncover the mystery of the world of immortal cultivation, and he himself had been involuntarily drawn into this huge vortex.
"Young Master."
A soft and gentle calling voice came from afar, interrupting Han Changkong's meditation which was immersed in endless thoughts.
Han Changkong turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Lu Jie standing tall and graceful not far away.
She has a graceful figure and a pretty face. Her eyes are like autumn water, showing concern and tenderness. At this moment, she is looking at Han Changkong quietly.
"What's wrong?"
Han Changkong asked softly, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
"Sir," Lu Jie said respectfully, bowing slightly, "According to my estimate, we still have about a year's journey to the ancient battlefield."
"Yes, I know that."
Han Changkong nodded slightly and said solemnly, "By the way, tell the others that after entering the Ancient Battlefield, due to its special spatial restrictions and divine interference, we will not be able to receive any news from the God Realm. Let everyone be mentally prepared in advance."
"The Sect Master has mentioned this before, and everyone is actually mentally prepared for it."
Lu Jie responded softly, then turned around to convey Han Changkong's instructions.
Just then, Yang Lei and four other geniuses came over together.
The four of them have different temperaments. Yang Lei is like a bright and shining sun, emitting a warm and bright aura;
Raven, on the other hand, had a sense of decisiveness and sharpness;
Wang Yexing exudes a mysterious aura;
Lingxuan is like a lively elf, lively and intelligent.
"Elder Han," Yang Lei spoke first, her voice clear and pleasant, "You've been standing at the bow for a long time. Why don't you return to the warehouse and rest? In this vast void, you shouldn't encounter any danger for the time being. Even if something does happen, the four of us will just keep an eye on it and report it to you promptly."