Chapter 1847: Chapter 1847: Breaking Through
The disciples of the Divine Eagle Sect ascended to a high mound, looking ahead, they saw the legendary Ancient Battlefield Ruins, seemingly shrouded in a mystic fog.
And that mystic fog was a combination of dense Spiritual Energy and powerful Evil Qi, the pressure it released was so strong that even several hundred yards away, one could still feel it.
In the midst of the fog, one could see scattered remains on the ground among the blood-colored sand.
Those remains included human experts and formidable Spirit Beasts; over countless years, most have turned to barren bones, though a rare few remained relatively intact.
Almost all the experts present knew that although the remains in the fog dated back a long time, in their lifetime, they were top experts from the three thousand worlds, with bodies incredibly robust, almost forged into iron-like flesh, allowing their remains to endure through ages.
If it were an ordinary Thunder Tribulation Expert, their corpse, after fall, would have become mere dust, blown away by the wind, no trace left over time.
And for the very few whose bodies were relatively preserved, there must be treasures capable of resisting the erosion of time on them.
Those treasures are precisely what countless Thunder Tribulation Experts wish to obtain.
Many Thunder Tribulation Experts also knew that beneath the thick blood sand within the Ruins of the Ancient Battlefield, there may be buried Cultivation Resources and Artifacts.
Because previously, a superior Cultivation Resource of Royal Grade was accidently discovered here by an expert, causing an uproar among Thunder Tribulation Experts across the three thousand worlds, drawing them to gather in the Blood Sea Desert.
Those buried Cultivation Resources and Artifacts likely belonged to fallen experts from the legendary ancient battle.
No one knows exactly how many Cultivation Resources and Artifacts the thousand-mile area holds, but precisely due to this uncertainty, countless experts were drawn to explore.
Yet, the thousands of experts gathered around the core area hesitated, not daring to venture in easily.
The intense Evil Qi and heavy pressure within that thousand-mile area surely belonged to numerous experts from the ancient battle, possibly weakened with the passing years but not vanished, still posing a lethal threat to most experts present.
"Since we’ve come, we cannot back down at the last moment, can we? Let’s venture forth and see what fate awaits!"
Soon, a few small teams of cultivators at Thunder Tribulation Level Three and Four could no longer hold back, stepping forward with Spiritual Artifacts in hand, fully alert, cautiously advancing on the soft blood sand.
As they moved, numerous experts followed in fear of lagging behind, worrying that Cultivation Resources or Artifacts would be snatched by others.
Elsewhere, numerous formidable Spirit Beasts moved forward, also cautiously.
"Sect Master, shall we proceed as well?"
Seeing thousands of Thunder Tribulation Experts surging forward, a steward of the Divine Eagle Sect urged somewhat anxiously.
"No hurry, let’s wait and see how it unfolds..."
Feng Lingxiao slightly furrowed his brow and, watching the first few Thunder Tribulation Experts to enter, waved his hand to speak.
Feng Lingxiao, a Thunder Tribulation Expert of Level Eight, possessed keen insight and extraordinary experience, few could compare. He knew the Ruins of the Ancient Battlefield, after countless top experts fell during fierce combat, left behind Killing Qi, Blood Qi and Spiritual Energy, which combined to form enduring Evil Qi, affecting one’s mind, even creating illusions, killing unnoticeably.
It could be said that the thousand-mile range ahead, although a land rich with top-tier treasures, is also filled with endless peril; entering there may equate to entering the Netherworld.
Even though Feng Lingxiao is a Thunder Tribulation Expert of Level Eight with formidable prowess, he remains cautious, not daring to enter first.
All of a sudden, Feng Lingxiao sensed a surge of intense Killing Qi from beneath the blood sand ahead, he focused his gaze forward and gasped.
He saw that the first group of hundreds of Thunder Tribulation Experts, underfoot, the blood sand violently surged like a wave, thousands of Poisonous Spiders, three feet in length, emerged from beneath the sand, launching a frenzied attack on the hundreds of Thunder Tribulation Experts they surrounded.
The sudden appearance of those Poisonous Spiders was eerie, without prior sign, not a hint of aura, and the hundreds of Thunder Tribulation Experts focused attentively on the remains, caught defenseless.
The poisonous scorpions spewed forth thick silver threads, intertwining in midair, weaving into nets of Heaven’s Net, whoever was stuck by the threads became paralyzed, unable to move momentarily, watching helplessly as the Poisonous Spiders closed in from all directions.
"Perhaps the thick Evil Qi there masked the aura of those Poisonous Spiders."
Feng Lingxiao thought to himself, fortunately, he didn’t rashly lead people into the area.
In the Ruins of the Ancient Battlefield, the pressure was overwhelming, even Feng Lingxiao entering could not fly, had to stay grounded; facing spider attacks, forcing to find ways to repel or kill them all.
However, those Poisonous Spiders were enormous, having absorbed dense Spiritual Energy and intense Evil Qi in this region over the years, not only powerful equalling Thunder Tribulation but bloodthirsty, sensing human experts intruding their territory, they emerged to attack relentlessly.
Thousands of spiders stirred the blood sand as they moved, emitting a "rustling" sound, hearing this outside the Ruins, experts felt their scalp numb, their hearts trembling.
The region where the spiders appeared seemed to form a death line, the hundreds of Thunder Tribulation Experts attacked cried out for help, falling visibly fast, becoming meals wrapped in webs, leaving silvery wrapped bones.
At this point, no expert dared intervene to save them.
Even those with the capability would not act.
They sought to retain strength for the battles ahead.
Moreover, with each expert who fell, they had one less competitor and an increased chance of obtaining treasures.
"Too dreadful..."
Ye Wumei watched those hundreds of Thunder Tribulation Experts become bones, her heart softened, she turned aside, no longer daring to see.
Contrarily, Yan Muyu at her side, eyes widened in interest, watching with hands occasionally loosening and tightening.
After more than half an hour, aside from a few dozen experts above Thunder Tribulation Level Three escaping back, all others fell in the spider attacks.
Witnessing this, cultivators of Thunder Tribulation Level Three or lower decisively chose to observe, not daring to take a step forward.
Meanwhile, those of greater strength than Level Three relaxed subtly, feeling more confident to pass through the Poisonous Spiders’ territory.
