Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Everything around spun wildly, as if an abyss from the netherworld was devouring all.

This place was filled with desolation and loneliness, like a tragedy after the curtain had fallen.

Corpses lay scattered, broken weapons littered the ground, bloodstains dyed the horizon, and on the faintly glowing moon, it was as if a corpse was hanging.

Blood, brutality, ruin—these words failed to describe even a fraction of this world’s state.

It was unimaginable what kind of battle could have led to such carnage.

Su Zhou saw a corpse clad in soldier’s armor—

Though it had lain dead for countless years, radiant rays of sun still flickered across its form…

This was a King level powerhouse—one who had turned the moon into sun, a dazzling existence worshipped by countless beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

And yet here, he had been nothing more than an armored pawn.

What kind of vast, tragic war could have shattered an entire world like this?

And what kind of terrifying force could afford to use King warriors as common soldiers!?

“I wonder… if this place is related to Zu, the ‘Pawn’…”

Unbidden, Su Zhou thought of the old Zu back in the family’s ancestral land.

That one too had been a mere Pawn—but one that tread across all realms, staining the skies with blood.

Su Zhou had once asked about his origins, but the old Zu could only shake his head helplessly.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell—but that he couldn’t. Some truths, even the slightest mention, would summon indescribable existences.

Looking at everything around him, Su Zhou slightly furrowed his brow. It was too dead here.

All spiritual energy was gone. Even the Dao and laws of heaven seemed to have abandoned this place.

Everything had returned to its most primitive state—only one’s own power remained.

But Su Zhou was different. He had fused three thousand Daos into himself—

With the Daos interwoven, he was like a fish in water in such an environment.

He casually drew a long spear from the corpse before him.

Despite endless years of decay, the spear still shone with divine brilliance.

“Saint-grade treasure: Yin Dao Long Spear.”

Before Su Zhou’s eyes, information about the spear surfaced rapidly.

He also discovered a new function of the Eye of the Heavens—It could see the source and history of any item.

“Yin Dao Long Spear—during the Immortal Ancient Era, there was one who mastered the Dao of the Spear.”

“He defeated all with spear alone, claiming he had no need for Dao weapons or imperial artifacts—”

“The spear forged by his brother was the greatest under heaven.”

“This Yin Dao Long Spear was a Saint-grade treasure, with which he waged war across the heavens.”

“To think it would appear here…”

Ever since Su Zhou had comprehended the Ninefold Reversal of the Dao, he would study ancient records during his leisure.

With his cultivation, he never forgot anything he read.

Though this spear was only Saint-grade, its master had once come unimaginably close to becoming an Ancient One.

He should have been one of the closest to achieving true immortality.

Yet now, his weapon lay here in the Ancient Immortal Battlefield.

For a spear to be abandoned, its master’s fate was self-evident.

Even such beings had fallen in this battle.

At that moment, a flickering wraith-like spirit rushed toward Su Zhou.

A gleam flashed in Su Zhou’s eye—yet he could not pierce the illusion.

Clearly, this wraith wasn’t illusion but reality.

Su Zhou raised the Yin Dao Long Spear, channeling true essence into it.

With a single strike—Ten thousand dragon roars echoed, spear shadows like swimming dragons crushed heaven and earth.

From the Immortal Ancient Era, from the hand of a peerless spear cultivator closest to the Ancient Ones—The Yin Dao Long Spear, under the golden age, shone once more!

In an instant, everything around shattered.

The wraith was also instantly annihilated.

“Thank you…”

Su Zhou wasn’t sure if it was an illusion,

But it seemed a cheerful voice whispered in gratitude from the void.

In the next moment—A bamboo scroll formed of soul energy appeared before him.

He reached out and touched it.

Instantly, waves of insights and words flooded into his mind.

“Battlefield Tempering Technique.”

A fairly solid Heaven-grade body tempering method.

“Was this a reward for killing the wraith, or…”

Su Zhou recalled that faint whisper.

“…a gift from the ancestors?”

So he thought.

Then—A cold wind howled from afar.

He looked into the distance—Two massive armies of wraiths, countless in number, were marching with eerie order.

Warhorses galloped. Savage beasts roared.

It was as if they were still fighting the war of their past lives.

And then—The two armies clashed without hesitation.

Every silhouette displayed terrifying power.

Just watching their battle stirred insights within Su Zhou.

He noticed—behind each army stood an enormous wraith figure.

They loomed over the heavens, silent and still, yet their mere presence shattered the space around them.

It was hard to imagine—what kind of beings had they been in life?

Lords? Dao Founders?

Or perhaps… gods?

And if one were to defeat such beings—what grade of treasure might be the reward?

Su Zhou couldn’t help but wonder.

But with his current strength, it was unlikely he could kill such creatures.

Even if they were mere remnants of past battle will, they could still obliterate a world.

He pushed those thoughts aside.

Avoiding the two armies, he continued deeper into the battlefield.

Holding the battlefield’s entrance token, he could leave at any time—So he wasn’t concerned about the risks.

As he went further, the number of wraiths decreased—But those that remained were far more powerful.

Ancient Divine Ape, Celestial Ant, Undying Sky Dragon, Eternal Vine—

All legendary beings from ancient texts, now wandering as lost souls.

Each one possessed unimaginable strength.

Su Zhou even saw a female wraith seated on a jade flying chariot—She plucked the bright moon from the sky, played with it for a long time, then put it back.

“I can’t go deeper…” Su Zhou muttered inwardly.

Any deeper, and there might be forbidden taboos beyond comprehension.

This battlefield held countless treasures and opportunities.

But danger and opportunity always came hand-in-hand.

Even Su Zhou had to tread carefully.

If other disciples of the family entered… the danger would be far too great.

Moreover, those terrifying, eerie beings—though they hadn’t attacked Su Zhou—Might not be so lenient with others.

This battlefield was not ready for mass access.

“We’ll have to wait until our family is stronger.”

“Then we can open this place… and release our seniors from their torment.”

Su Zhou said, preparing to summon the gate to leave.

But just as he was about to exit—He sensed a different kind of aura.

“Living people…”

Under the Eye of the Heavens, nothing could remain hidden.

At the battlefield’s edge, he saw two figures—one large, one small—sneaking about.

The smaller one even carried a trace of familiar energy.

“The Supreme Bone… Didn’t expect to meet you here…”

“Seems I’ll have to say hello first.”

Su Zhou’s lips curled slightly into a smile…

“This is an ancient battlefield—one of the Supreme Academy’s most sacred foundations.”

“It used to be a complete world, until an earth-shattering war destroyed everything.”

“Fifty thousand years ago, the second headmaster of the Supreme Academy found this place.”

“Since then, it has been one of our Academy’s core legacies.”

Wearing green robes and a sword at his waist, the Fourth Master explained to Mo Jian behind him.

“You can’t replenish true essence here. Nor draw upon external Dao.” Mo Jian noted.

“That’s right. You’re not entirely stupid.” The Fourth Master nodded.

“This place is filled with opportunities. If luck is on your side, you may find treasures. That would be your fortune.”

“Why not try… killing the wraiths?”

Mo Jian looked around and asked in a low voice.

“In this place, a cultivator’s combat power drops to less than one-tenth, while the wraiths are endless—fighting them?”

“Are you tired of living?”

“Mo Jian, you are the Supreme Academy’s current generation ‘Walker’.”

“One day, you’ll represent the Academy in the mortal world and suppress an entire era.”

“Every thought, every decision, must be precise and rigorous!”

“Never disgrace the name of the Academy!”