The cold and dark void, a realm of silence.
Rumble...
As if the world was opening, an ancient battlefield appeared in the void!
This is the Saint Battlefield left behind from Earth's ancient times, which can only manifest with the aura of a Saint.
Vast and distant, the ancient Saint Battlefield exudes the ravages of time.
In the distance, shattered weapons and enormous bones float, showcasing the ferocity of the Saint War back then.
The fragments of weapons have long lost their divinity, dull and dim, and the enormous bones have lost their essence, on the brink of turning into cosmic dust at any moment.
"You little brat, your end has come. Today, you are powerless against the heavens!"
Chen Daozang stands on the Saint Battlefield, eyes like golden lamps, black hair draped over his shoulders, his entire being shrouded in faint Holy Light, emanating terrifying Holy Might.
"You're the one who's going to die!"
