The red sun hung high, casting a hazy blood-red hue over the desolate and broken teorite Highlands.
The turbulent energy swirled and danced in the space.
There was not a single trace of vitality here. No tangible life form could survive in such an environnt. Even though fifteen thousand years had passed, the lingering power of the battle between gods and n still hovered here, and no one knew when it would dissipate.
Fan Wubing and An An advanced slowly, one behind the other.
Even they did not dare to proceed recklessly. The chaotic energy could not harm them, but the twisted space required cautious navigation. A slight carelessness could lead to falling into a space rift and being instantly swallowed by the turbulent void.
Without mastering the Cosmic Dao, falling into the void was a path to certain death.
The teorite Highlands were like a giant, shattered mirror, full of space rifts and space fragnts swirling, drawn by the Power of Circulation. These fragnts varied in size, with the largest as massive as a giant mountain, and the smallest no bigger than a fingernail.
Despite the dangers, Fan Wubing and An An were not the only ones active here.
Looking around, there were quite a few others as well. They stayed on so relatively stable space fragnts, ditating, comprehending the Dao, cultivating Divine Techniques... The place had evidently beco a large public arena of enlightennt. There were also so who appeared to be treasure hunting.
An An asked, "Why do they practice cultivation in such a place?"
Fan Wubing glanced at her, "You really don’t understand anything, huh. Use your brain a little."
An An replied, "With you here, why should I use my brain?"
"..." Fan Wubing said, "This is the main battlefield of the battle between gods and n. Even though fifteen thousand years have passed, those who fought against the celestial beings back then were, without exception, mountain-peak level mighty cultivators. Their all-out battles left behind various energies, intentions of the Dao, and residual Divine Techniques, all interwoven here, forming a chaotic stew-like enlightennt arena. Here, you can almost find all Innate Dao of this world and understand fragnts of various advanced Divine Techniques."
Fan Wubing casually picked up a fragnt from beside him, "And things like this too."
An An took it and imdiately felt a strong killing intent, but she just pinched it slightly, and the killing intent dissipated.
"What is this?"
Fan Wubing said, "A fragnt of a magical weapon. Judging by its state, it should have been an interdiate-grade immortal umbrella weapon when complete."
An An’s eyes lit up, "So this place is a massive treasure trove?"
"Yes, danger and opportunity coexist. In the battle between gods and n, the Human Race won, but many powerful beings also fell. Their fallen bodies, souls, Daos, and smaller realms are hard to recover and thus were left here. Naturally, so would co to seek treasures."
As they were speaking, a terrible scream suddenly echoed from not far away.
The two looked over, only to see a Mahayana Cultivator hit by the residual power of a Divine Technique, then uncontrollably tumbled toward a nearby space rift. Despite using all ans to escape, he was still sucked into the space rift. His physical body was torn into pieces by the chaotic void, consud like a shattered porcelain doll.
Fan Wubing said, "See, danger and opportunity exist together, and with a slight misstep, you can pay with your life."
The others just glanced at the unfortunate Mahayana Cultivator and then continued on their own paths.
Such incidents were common in the teorite Highlands.
An An leaned closer, "These people know there’s a tiger on the mountain, yet they head for the tiger’s den."
"One cannot win the tiger cub without entering the tiger’s lair."
An An paused and then laughed heartily, "No wonder you’re my good friend."
Fan Wubing looked at her. He realized this fellow seed to enjoy this kind of tacit understanding.
The two of them passed through the outskirts of the teorite Highlands, probing into its depths.
The deeper they went, the fewer people there were, and the higher their cultivation, mostly Mahayana, or even Tribulation Immortals. Occasionally encountered were a few Union Stage Cultivators, very young, so genius disciples of great powers.
Along the way,
they witnessed people finding valuable treasures and others where a single misstep beca a regret for eternity.
This sort of thing happened at every mont.
Three days later,
they arrived at the deepest part of the teorite Highlands. A spiral staircase ford by various space fragnts extended upward from the ground, reaching unfathomable heights, appearing like a leaning tower to the sky. Beneath the black-blue sky with its sparkling stars, the grand circulation of the cosmos turned the spiral staircase slowly.
The migration of space fragnts caused imnse compression and tear, like twisting a doughnut.
Such a scene astounded An An,
"Is there really such a place? The space is torn like this, yet it hasn’t collapsed..."
Fan Wubing, feeling it, said, "It seems to be the influence of the Power of Circulation."
"Is this where the celestial beings descended?"
"Yes. This is the renowned starting point," Fan Wubing said, "The celestial beings returned from the depths of the stars, nearly with brute force, forcibly penetrating the cosmic barrier of this world, causing imnse space compression. The most severe place is the starting point, which still looks like this even after over ten thousand years."
An An asked, "Can we go to the starry sky from here?"
Fan Wubing shook his head, "I don’t know."
The constraints of the earth and the suppression of the Power of Circulation made it very difficult to fly into the starry sky.
An An asked expectantly, "Shall we try it?"
Fan Wubing glanced at her, "Aren’t you afraid of death?"
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