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Chapter 1610: Divine Being

The pillars of light, each as thick as a mountain, shot up into the nine heavens and plunged down into the nine netherworlds. Their radiance was dazzling, their auras vast, as if gods had descended to suppress the human realm.

"They're here, finally!" many people exclaimed on the desolate, gray land. A large crowd had gathered outside the battlefield to witness the event.

At this moment, everyone instinctively recoiled, a deep dread seizing them. The emitted aura was overwhelmingly powerful; to many, these mighty figures seemed like true gods reborn.

"These 'divine beings' from beyond the heavens each possess world-conquering power. We truly don't know how they achieved such strength, nor why they must come to the Flying Immortal Battlefield for a decisive battle every set period."

This question weighed on many minds. The golden age outside their realm astonished them; the dazzling brilliance of the era's preeminent figures, the multitude of races, and the sheer number of powerful individuals were truly awe-inspiring.

Ye Fan's eyes, once bright, now dimmed. He stood silently outside the Flying Immortal Battlefield, watching without a word.

The young Bai Ye's eyes shone brightly, filled with intense longing. He gazed at the pillars of light with immense hope, yearning for the day he too could become such a powerful being.

Big Beard and the others were deeply shaken, but quickly shook their heads. Such figures seemed impossibly distant, almost unreal.

Most of the colossal pillars of light were situated in distinct areas, widely spaced apart. At this moment, they began to slowly fade, their brilliant glow gradually receding inward.

"Their cultivation has been severed, their powers diminished; these individuals are being suppressed!"

Only then did the onlookers breathe a collective sigh of relief. Those beings were truly too formidable, each akin to a deity, their presence suffocating, as if heavenly gods had descended.

Faintly, a subtle aura of the Great Dao still permeated and spread. It hadn't truly been severed, but had eventually been voluntarily withdrawn.

"Some individuals have not lost their cultivation!"

This revelation was terrifying. How immensely powerful must they be for even the Flying Immortal Battlefield's suppressive effects to fail? Such an outcome was truly unnerving.

An elderly cultivator, though showing a hint of surprise in his eyes, was not overly astonished. He explained, "Historically, there have always been some individuals who, whether through secret artifacts or unique opportunities, manage to retain a portion of their cultivation and not lose all their power."

Moreover, these individuals eventually choose to voluntarily forgo the use of their full cultivation, holding back their true power until moments of life-or-death, seemingly to deliberately hone themselves.

This is a battlefield where, upon arrival, individuals from various factions and regions fiercely endeavor to eliminate other peerless experts, suggesting a ruthless competitive dynamic.

All the pillars of light had vanished, leaving people uncertain about the deeper reaches of the Flying Immortal Battlefield. This area was, after all, incredibly vast, dwarfing even the Eastern Wasteland that Ye Fan had once known. Only a mysterious light rain continued to fall.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, hundreds of miles away, dazzling light pierced the sky as dozens more colossal pillars of light descended. Two of these were so close to each other that before they could even stabilize, someone launched a fatal attack, initiating a direct battle.

The two beams collided, sending fragments of spiritual laws scattering. Their cultivation had not yet been suppressed, and such a world-shaking blow naturally reverberated through the mountains and valleys.

Even the ground beyond the battlefield shuddered, massive cracks, several meters wide, spreading outwards in a terrifying manner. Numerous peaks rumbled loudly, stone mountains crumbled, and dust billowed into the sky.

The immense explosion struck fear into many hearts, causing everyone to instinctively fall back.

A mournful roar echoed as an expert of an unknown race, a colossal body resembling a flaming phoenix, streaked across the sky. Covered in fierce flames yet adorned with crimson scales, its body, tens of thousands of feet long, exploded with a thunderous sound.

A vast shower of blood rained down, directly impacting the very edge of the battlefield. The ensuing shockwave was utterly overwhelming and terrifying beyond measure.

"Ah..."

Some individuals screamed as they were tragically doused by the blood rain, instantly pierced through. Then, the fragments of the Great Dao embedded within the crimson blood utterly extinguished their life force.

"Truly a peerless expert! A peak Great Saint was just slain like that. It's utterly terrifying!"

On the outskirts of the battlefield, everyone's faces were ashen, drained of color. How incredibly powerful must those individuals be? A brief, decisive battle had caused a peerless expert, akin to a flaming phoenix, to explode into fragments, a truly harrowing sight.

Everyone retreated, opting to keep their distance. Even standing outside the Flying Immortal Battlefield proved perilous; the combatants within were simply too powerful, each akin to a god, their vital energy shaking the heavens.

"Oooooh..."

In another area, approximately three hundred miles away, two supreme powerhouses similarly clashed. A humanoid figure, shrouded in mist, stepped out of one light pillar and immediately plunged into another colossal pillar, which contained a monstrous lion, seemingly cast from gold and taller than a mountain. The two met in a brutal struggle.

"Thud!"

Ultimately, the humanoid creature was ripped apart, and the golden giant lion devoured it in a single gulp. Blood splattered, piercing through the very fabric of space.

Everyone watched in horrified astonishment. How powerful must that individual have been for the law fragments contained in their blood to pierce the void, surely a supreme being, yet reduced to another's prey!

As the light receded, the mountain-sized lion descended to the ground, vanishing from the sky. It was evident that its cultivation had also been suppressed.

And so, here and there, towering pillars of light intermittently pierced the heavens, dazzlingly bright, like eternal pillars supporting the sky and earth. They emanated immensely powerful fluctuations that had endured since ancient times.

In merely half an hour, observers had already witnessed the arrival of hundreds of "divine beings" from other realms. During this time, some of their light pillars clashed, igniting bloody battles, resulting in the demise of at least five or six of these "divine beings."

Outside the Flying Immortal Battlefield, silence reigned; many onlookers were petrified. These extraterrestrial divine beings were far more powerful and terrifying than they had imagined, with not a single one appearing to be below the Great Saint realm.

No one could definitively say how many colossal light beams had descended, as their vision was limited to this particular area, encompassing only what their spiritual eyes could perceive.

The Flying Immortal Battlefield was simply too vast. While the pillars of light pierced the heavens and could shake an entire region, it was impossible to see all of them if they were too far apart.

"This is just a small corner! How many people are truly here? Could there be thousands, tens of thousands of such powerful beings? Or even more!"

Many found their mouths dry and a chill creeping down their spines. This feeling was unsettling. How had so many formidable individuals achieved such power? Each possessed an ocean-like vitality; they were clearly not dying relics of the past!

Finally, the Flying Immortal Battlefield gradually settled into calm. No more pillars of light descended, nor did powerful law fluctuations continue to spread. Yet, this newfound stillness only deepened the sense of awe.

A rain of light descended, and a serene aura began to permeate the Flying Immortal Battlefield. The ground, which had been rent by the tremors, slowly healed and returned to its smooth state.

The Flying Immortal Battlefield behaved as if it possessed life, capable of self-repair, which once again astonished the observers.

A clamor arose from a distance as some individuals began collecting the blood rain from the ground. This was the precious blood of the extraterrestrial "divine beings," which would prove invaluable for refining elixirs or extracting law fragments to temper artifacts.

Undeniably, aside from other potential gains, even the shattered bodies of Great Saints were considered priceless treasures by many who entered the battlefield. Some individuals were greatly tempted by the blood rain scattered so close by.

Eventually, some individuals ventured into the battlefield. Naturally, they must have had friends or family waiting outside to receive them, as returning without assistance would surely mean death.

Over the next two days, terrifying fluctuations periodically emanated from the Flying Immortal Battlefield. Individuals engaged in life-and-death duels, and one battle even impacted the outer perimeter. Many witnessed a humanoid being attempting to uproot a mountain with its bare hands to suppress a Great Saint-level Tyrannosaurus, only to tragically fail, torn to pieces with blood splattering everywhere.

On this battlefield, some races held a distinct advantage. Their physical bodies were inherently powerful and unparalleled, forcing even heroic figures who were formidable in the outside world to retreat, as they were no match.

"In the struggle for the Emperor's Path, the physical body is paramount," Ye Fan murmured to himself. "Every Emperor's Body is the strongest of its era, enduring through countless ages, even surpassing imperial armaments."

Over the next few days, Ye Fan returned daily to observe, accompanied by the young Bai Ye, whose heart was profoundly stirred. Even from afar, where it was difficult to witness the most terrifying "divine beings" in direct combat, his spirit soared with excitement.

Ye Fan did not enter the battlefield. Although he had once sensed a somewhat familiar aura, it wasn't the presence of the individuals he truly wished to encounter, so he refrained from stepping inside.

On the fifth day, a galaxy seemed to descend from the heavens. A nebulous figure appeared hundreds of miles away, and a colossal pillar of light pierced the sky, signaling the arrival of another group of individuals.

Above that individual's head hovered a Boundless Dao Treasure Bottle, an object of immense terror. It immediately absorbed its own light pillar, transforming the area into a terrifying black hole.

"The Yao Guang lineage!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

Coincidentally, seven or eight colossal light beams appeared directly in that region. Someone recognized the most distinctive pillar, and another individual happened to be in close proximity to the black hole.

"Boom!"

The outcome was tragic: that person exploded, and all the blood rain and scattered bones were utterly consumed by the black hole, a sight that made one's hair stand on end.

Subsequently, the remaining pillars of light dimmed, and no further bloody clashes occurred. Only a chilling voice echoed, causing a tremor across ten thousand miles, stating, "If you cannot manifest the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art, you are merely prey here!"

The last vestiges of the Great Dao's fragments dissipated, and the world returned to tranquility.

Ye Fan's expression remained calm and unruffled; he still showed no inclination to enter. He silently observed all that had just transpired, a thoughtful look on his face.

Over these past few days, the Flying Immortal Battlefield had been consumed by continuous bloody conflict. Numerous extraterrestrial powerhouses had descended, with nearly half being eliminated almost immediately. Some battles even spilled over into the areas outside the battlefield, shocking all who witnessed them.

This place also drew in even more spectators. Despite repeated emphatic warnings from the elders of various immortal cultivation sects to their disciples not to approach, many, including the elders themselves, still came, unable to resist the immense temptation.

"Rumble!"

On this day, from the depths of the Flying Immortal Battlefield, endless divine light erupted. A colossal divine gate materialized, and through its shimmering illusion, people glimpsed a majestic Heavenly Pass, around which the sun, moon, and stars revolved.

Those outside the battlefield stared in stunned disbelief. What kind of place was that? How could it so closely resemble the mythical Southern Heavenly Gate of the ancient Heavenly Court?

Almost simultaneously, several other divine gates appeared across various locations within the Flying Immortal Battlefield. Through each of these portals, the same magnificent Ancient Heavenly Pass was visible.

"The Battle of Flying Immortals!"

"How are the people of this generation so powerful? They've connected the two realms so quickly, allowing free passage between the outer domains and this battlefield. It's truly terrifying!"

This is an extremely significant battlefield. Such divine gates can be erected on certain sacred mountains etched with ancient scripts, and some Daoist mountains even house ancient immortal abodes.

Countless beings have perished here throughout history. In every golden age, supreme figures would arrive for a decisive battle, leaving behind a wealth of inheritances, divine materials, and more, all of which were sealed away, only to reappear when the battlefield reopens.

For the extraterrestrial "divine beings," this place holds profound significance. It serves as a crucible for tempering imperial bodies, acquiring inheritances, forging formidable weapons, and extending life. Moreover, it carries mysterious echoes of Emperors and Sovereigns, all intrinsically linked to the act of flying to immortality!

As divine gate after divine gate was constructed, the Flying Immortal Battlefield became partitioned into numerous spheres of influence, each claimed by some of the most formidable individuals.

When tense, relax; when troubled, comfort yourself; when joyful, don't forget to celebrate.

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