I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

The girl from the Purple Cloud Sect glanced at it, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "The Profound Origin Sect? The bottom one?"

A young man in purple robes behind her sneered, "I heard they produced a top disciple this time, who rushed up from the outer sect in just one month. Ha, a small place is a small place, they brag about every little talent they produce."

At Liaochen Temple, the young monk opened his eyes and clasped his hands together, saying, "Amitabha. Sect Leader Lu, it's been a long time."

Lu Xuanfeng's expression remained unchanged as he cupped his hands and said, "Master Kongming, Fairy Ziling."

Zi Ling, a young girl from the Zixiao Sect, lazily toyed with a dagger and said, "Sect Leader Lu, your Xuan Yuan Sect is quite generous this time, emptying its coffers? But..."

Her gaze swept over Qin Yuan and the other four, lingering particularly on Qin Yuan: "Peak Golden Core stage? Your aura is solid. But on the battlefield, cultivation alone isn't enough. Don't die too quickly and make a fool of yourself."

That was a very blunt remark.

Chu Wuyue's white pupils turned cold, and she was about to speak when Lu Xuanfeng raised his hand to stop her.

The old man in the shadows said calmly, "All three families have arrived. You all know the rules: once you enter the battlefield, your fate is in the hands of heaven. The battlefield entrance will open at midnight tonight, and you will all enter simultaneously."

He paused, then continued, "The battlefield is divided into three levels. You can only operate on the first level. Two months later, the exit will open, and only those with this token may leave."

With a flick of his sleeve, fifteen black tokens flew out and landed in each person's hand.

The token felt cold to the touch, with the character "War" engraved on the front and the logo of their respective sects on the back.

"Alright, everyone go and get ready." The old man in the shadows waved his hand. "Meet at the East Square at midnight."

The three families withdrew.

Midnight, East Square of the city.

The night sky was moonless, with only a few dim stars. In the center of the plaza, a ten-zhang-tall crimson gate stood silently, with swirling mist inside and the faint sounds of roars and battle echoing through the air.

Fifteen people from three families gathered in front of the Guangmen Gate.

The five members of the Zixiao Sect stood at the front, with Zi Ling casually toying with a dagger. The five members of the Liaochen Temple chanted scriptures with their eyes closed, their faces radiating Buddhist light. The five members of the Xuanyuan Sect stood at the back, their atmosphere heavy.

The shadowy old man hovered in mid-air, his voice echoing throughout the plaza: "The entrance will be open for one hour. Enter!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the five members of the Zixiao Sect rushed into the light gate.

Liaochen Temple followed closely behind.

Qin Yuan looked at Lu Xuanfeng, who said in a deep voice, "Remember, come back alive."

The five nodded and stepped into the portal at the same time.

The moment Qin Yuan passed through the portal, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

A bone-chilling cold surged in from all directions, and everything before my eyes turned blood red. My ears were filled with shrill roars, the explosions of clashing weapons, and some kind of chilling chewing sound.

I don't know how much time passed before my feet touched the ground.

Qin Yuan opened his eyes and found himself standing on a desolate plain.

The sky was dark red, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, with only a few blood-red cracks running across the horizon. The earth was scorched and cracked, littered with broken weapons and shattered bones, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay.

In the distance, several dilapidated buildings stood alone, like the remnants of some kind of fortress.

Further away, shadowy figures roamed—these things were strangely shaped, some like humans, some like beasts, but all exuded a cold and eerie aura.

Otherworldly demons.

The monsters that remain in the ancient battlefield feed on the flesh, blood, and souls of living beings.

Qin Yuan looked around and found that Chu Wuyue, Yun Qingyao, Han Bing, and Ye Guying were all gone.

"Random teleportation...?" He wasn't surprised.

It's actually more convenient to act alone.

He took out the token given to him by the old man in the shadows and infused it with spiritual power. The token glowed faintly, pointing towards the depths of the plain—the direction of the battlefield's exit, but the exit was not yet open.

"Let's find a place to stay first."

Qin Yuan moved swiftly, heading towards the distant ruins of the fortress.

The fortress ruins are larger than I imagined.

This was a stone building, about a hundred feet in circumference, with walls three feet thick. Although dilapidated, the main structure was still relatively intact. The interior was empty, containing only some broken tables and chairs and rusted weapons.

Qin Yuan checked everything and, after confirming there was no danger, sat down in the corner.

This can serve as a temporary supply point.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and regulate his breathing, he suddenly heard the sound of fighting outside.

His divine sense extended outwards, reaching a distance of five miles.

On the plain, a purple figure was engaged in a fierce battle with three-headed demons.

It's that girl from the Zixiao Sect—Zi Ling.

At this moment, she was no longer as relaxed and carefree as before. The dagger in her hand transformed into streaks of purple light, frantically attacking the three-headed demon, but with little effect.

The three demons were of different shapes.

One was two zhang tall, its body covered in bone spurs, and its hands were huge bone blades. Another lay prone on the ground, shaped like a spider, with eight legs as sharp as knives. The last one was the most bizarre, with no fixed form, like a writhing black shadow that constantly transformed into various hideous faces.

The three demonic beings all possessed the strength of the peak Golden Core stage, and their perfect coordination allowed them to trap Zi Ling tightly in the middle.

Zi Ling's dagger struck the Bone Spike Demon, only sending sparks flying. The Spider-Shaped Demon attacked from the side, its eight legs slicing like blades, forcing her to retreat repeatedly. Meanwhile, the Shadow Demon continuously emitted soul-piercing shrieks, disrupting her mind.

"Damn it!" Zi Ling's face was pale. A deep, bone-revealing wound was cut into her left shoulder by the bone blade, and blood stained her purple robe.

She gritted her teeth, formed hand seals, and the dagger erupted with a blinding purple light: "Purple Heaven Thunder Technique!"

A bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking the Bone Spike Demon.

The Bone Spike Demon roared, its bone blades crossing to parry.

"boom--!!!"

The lightning exploded, and the Bone Spike Demon was knocked back three steps, its chest charred black, but it did not fall.

The spider-like demon seized the opportunity to pounce, its eight legs like eight sharp blades, blocking all of Zi Ling's escape routes.

The shadowy demon's shriek grew even more piercing, and Zi Ling felt a sharp pain in her soul, slowing her movements by half a beat.

It looked like the eight bladed legs were about to slice her into pieces—

A figure suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

Gray robe, bare hands.

Qin Yuan.

Zi Ling's pupils shrank suddenly as eight sharp blade legs were already at her face!

Just then—

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the spider-like demon that had pounced first was sent flying backward at an even faster speed, half of its body collapsing strangely, and dark green liquid spraying in the air.

Qin Yuan withdrew his fist, not even glancing at the convulsing demon, and his figure appeared to the side of the Bone Spike Demon.

He pointed his fingers like a knife and made a diagonal slash from top to bottom.

The movements were as simple as chopping wood.

"Sizzle—"

The Bone Spike Demon's hard shell, comparable to refined steel, was sliced ​​open as if by a hot knife through fat. It roared and tried to fight back, but its bone blade fell limply halfway through its swing, and the red light in its eyes quickly dimmed.

Finally, the dark shadowy demon emitted a sharp, piercing cry, and countless ferocious faces pounced out from the shadow, directly devouring Qin Yuan's soul!

A slight glint appeared between Qin Yuan's brows, and an invisible ripple spread outwards.

The ghostly faces melted away like ice and snow meeting the sun, screaming in agony. The shadowy demons twisted violently, trying to escape, but Qin Yuan raised his hand and made a grasping motion—

"puff!"

The shadow exploded and vanished into black smoke.

From the moment they appeared to the moment the three demons were vanquished, it took only three breaths.

Zi Ling stood frozen in place, gripping the dagger. Blood was still seeping from the wound on her shoulder, but her face was completely bloodless.

She watched as the gray-robed youth turned to look at her, his eyes no longer showing any contempt, but only disbelief and fear.

Qin Yuan's gaze swept over the wound on her shoulder: "Can you still walk?"

Zi Ling opened her mouth, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't make a sound.