Star Ruins Realm, a myriad of races.

The innate flesh body of the Human Clan is far inferior to other races.

Their ability to claim such prowess in the Inner Circle is solely due to the relentless battles of their ancestors across generations.

"Woo!"

"Woo—"

A deep, unsettling wind blew across the boundless blood-colored plain, stirring up red crystal powder. It emitted a wailing sound akin to countless aggrieved heroic spirits lamenting eternally, sharp and prolonged, piercing deep into the Divine Soul, attempting to evoke the deepest fears and despair from within the heart.

Further away, shadows loomed, revealing colossal remnants half-buried under dark red crystal layers, their lifeless eyes staring at this group of outsiders.

Some belonged to indescribably terrifying giant beasts, exuding earth-shattering pressure with just a corner of their rugged bone armor exposed.

Some appeared to be vague outlines of Ancient Giants or huge mechanical structures. Though silent in death, remnants of their will made the nearby space slightly distort.

This is the remains of the Ancient Battlefield!

A real fragment of space stripped by supreme power from some destructive ancient battlefield!

Ancient Battle Soul Path!

"Hah, this Ancient Battle Soul Path is even more shocking than imagined."

A blue-clad girl from an affiliated power specializing in Ice Law turned as pale as snow. She clutched her chest tightly, looking at the blood-colored crystals underfoot and the menacing remains in the distance. Her stomach churned as she struggled to suppress the urge to vomit, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Truly a land of supreme glory, a monument built by the blood and flesh of our Human Clan ancestors!"

A brawny disciple from the War Alliance’s core area was filled with fanaticism. He took a nearly greedy deep breath of the air mixed with bloodlust and destruction and said,

"Feel this vast, ocean-like battle intent; the scent of our ancestors still lingers!"

"Comprehending the Space Law can indeed lead to promotion to the Venerable Realm, but there are differences in battle power even among Venerables. The battle intent of the Ancient Battle Soul Path is greatly beneficial to Venerables."

His muscles were knotted, and his bronze skin gleamed with a metallic sheen under the dark red light.

"Do not relax! The chaotic laws may erupt at any time!"

Zhan Feng’s voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone’s ears.

He already wielded the Bronze Battle Axe in his hand, the axe blade shimmering with cold light. Dark gold Power Dao Battle Armor covered his entire body as his gaze vigilantly swept the surrounding turbulent chaotic laws.

"Hold steadfast to your Divine Soul!"

"Form an Array Formation! Support each other, keep your Spirit locked on yourselves, and be wary of heart demon invasions!"

Zhan Yun’s cool and calm voice timely rang out. She and several core War Alliance disciples instantly activated their carried War Talismans, connecting their breaths and quickly forming a small, simple battle formation, both offensive and defensive.

Temporarily dispelling the chaotic law currents, purple-golden war alliance runes flowed among them, exuding solid power.

Jiang Shu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the enormous impact on his mind, as the Heart of Space in his Dantian throbbed violently, proactively emitting Space Dao Rhyme. Like the most nimble fingers, it swiftly smoothed out the most chaotic and threatening Space Law Fragments around him, forming an invisible space barrier on his body surface.

His gaze was as sharp as a knife, sweeping over the geniuses from the affiliated powers.

Sure enough, many, especially the pale-faced blue-clad girl just now, had eyes beginning to appear dazed and distracted, clearly unable to resist the omnipresent soul whispers and the bloodstained aura.

After all, compared to his realm forged through combat.

Some of the geniuses here are still too reliant on Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

Moreover, the path he cultivated was the Spiritual Path. In terms of spiritual realm, he was not even weaker than some Venerables.

"Hoo..."

"Hoo..."

"Hoo..."

A series of law currents howled in.

These law currents, all formed from shattered laws, contained endless power.

An ordinary Tenth Realm Expert, caught within, could likely be turned to dust.

In the distance, a large area of space warped violently, scenes instantaneously torn apart!

Space was as if an invisible fast-forward button had been pressed, or a grand mural shattered and forcibly reassembled under some power.

Countless streams of various colored fragments, containing terrifying energy, gathered from the void and then solidified, moving at unimaginable speed.

An open canyon terrain instantly covered the original blood-colored plain.

The ground was no longer cold blood crystals but real charred earth, mixed with broken weapon fragments and charred white bone remnants, exuding a heavy scent of gunpowder and death.

Two teams of figures appeared abruptly, like specimens forcibly pulled from the River of Time, at opposite ends of the canyon.

They weren’t illusions; the murderous aura on their bodies and the lingering Dao Rhyme were palpable, as if slicing a moment of the bloodiest true history to reappear on this day after countless ages.

Roar!

One side consisted of numerous massive beings, like a dark tide.

They wore standard dark bone spike armor covering every inch of their skin.

The twisted and menacing spikes dripped with ominous dark green luminescence, and the armor’s surface was layered with fine dark green scales reflecting a cold metallic sheen.

The entire legion exuded an abyss-like chaos, violence, and bloodthirst, like apocalyptic creatures crawling from endless hell.

At the forefront stood a terrifying presence over ten feet tall, as colossal as a moving giant rock.