Chapter 1592: Ancient Battlefield Opened
Chapter 1592: Ancient Battlefield Opened
Xiang Shaoyun remained silent as he calmly tapped on the armrest with his fingers. The taps seemed to bring the room into a sort of serene atmosphere. Everyone focused on Xiang Shaoyun, waiting for his response. Even He Changrui’s breathing accelerated slightly as he waited nervously.
Finally, He Caiyi broke the silence and said, “Young Master Xiang, you should come with us. After all, you’re a friend of the Immortal Dynasty.”
Her voice was music to the ears. Anyone listening to her voice would feel as if a kitten was purring at them, causing their hearts to soften as they agreed to all her requests. However, with Xiang Shaoyun’s willpower, he naturally remained unaffected.
Zi Xinghe looked at He Caiyi with a look of infatuation. “Ninth princess, what’s the point of pleading to him? If you ask for me to stay instead, I definitely won’t disappoint you.”
Everyone could see his feelings for her, and they all looked at him with contempt. Even so, they all felt the same toward He Caiyi. If she was to say the same words to them, none of them would reject her. She was basically a peerless beauty with boundless charm.
Xiang Shaoyun finally replied, “I’m the Immortal Dynasty’s friend, so that will remain even in the ancient battlefield. I am willing to agree for us to help each other when required, but I already have a bunch of brothers and sisters that I’ll work with. Thus, I’m afraid I’ll have to reject this kind offer, first prince.”
He was rejecting the offer in a very gentle manner. He Changrui already knew that Xiang Shaoyun wasn’t one to submit to others, but he still felt disappointed over the refusal.
“Are you really that cruel, Young Master Xiang?” asked He Caiyi with a pitiful gaze.
Devil Concubine couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “You’re not related to the overlord in any way. How is that cruel? Of course, if you’re willing to be our overlord’s concubine, perhaps the overlord might agree to your request.”
Devil Concubine never feared trouble, and she had always been a straightforward person. The people in the room were rather surprised when they heard how she spoke. As for He Caiyi, she was speechless. Her skin was not thick enough to reply even though she was truly interested in Xiang Shaoyun.
“Alright. It’s getting late. We’ll be taking our leave, first prince. See you again after three days,” said Xiang Shaoyun as he cupped his hands into a greeting before leaving.
He Changrui was unwilling to accept his failure to recruit Xiang Shaoyun, but there was nothing he could do. Inwardly, he thought, You might be strong, but do not look down on this prince!
Three days passed quickly. Heaven Battling Realm experts flooded the Immortal Capital, awaiting the glorious event that would be held only once every 500 years. There were no fewer than 100,000 Saints gathered in the city. These Saints included those whose names shook the dominion. If all these people were to work together against the devils, perhaps the devils would have been defeated long ago.
Unfortunately, it was incredibly hard for humanity to stay united.
A figure noiselessly appeared in the sky above the Immortal Capital. The figure was clad in a dragon robe, and a dragon crown was decorating his head. A noble aura lingered around him, and his appearance made it clear that he was an old imperial uncle of the Immortal Dynasty.
“The ancient battlefield will be opened soon. The Immortal Dynasty will be taking charge of this. I’ll start by reading out the rules of the competition…” The imperial uncle’s voice spread throughout the city.
None of the participants dared to be neglectful, and they all sank into silence as they listened and memorized all the rules. In truth, the rules were rather simple. One’s ranking would be determined by the number of aliens one killed. Every participant would enter with a jade slip. The jade slip would record every single alien killed by the participant. Through the records, the rankings would be finalized.
All the participants would be allowed to remain in the battlefield for a year. After one year, the power within the battlefield would eject all of them. In short, they would be living in the ancient battlefield for a year. Nobody would be allowed to leave before the year was over.
Next, the imperial uncle waved his arms, causing an indescribable power to ripple across the sky. A tear appeared in the sky, and dreadful spatial currents leaked out of the opening.
“What are you waiting for? Go in!” the imperial uncle’s voice rang out.
Immediately, countless Saints took to the skies and flew toward the opening. Countless figures dotted the sky, dying the sky with a multicolored radiance as each Saint emanated a different Saint Realm energy, creating a dazzling scene.
“Ancient battlefield, here I come!” someone howled in excitement.
“I must obtain a god-grade item. Nobody can stop me!” someone else cried out joyfully.
But when these people arrived near the opening, the spatial currents blasted them away before they could enter. The weaker ones directly suffered grave injuries, barely escaping with their lives. These spatial currents could not be underestimated. Those who couldn’t even get through the currents were not qualified to enter the ancient battlefield.
The other Saints grew cautious as they got ready to use all their strength to charge through the currents. If they did not use all their strength, they would probably suffer. The numerous Saints unleashed a variety of methods to deal with the currents. Some blasted the currents apart, some took out powerful shields to protect themselves, some simply charged through with their incredible strength, and so on.
In other words, everyone relied on their own ability to go in. Those without enough strength could only sigh with regret. At this time, a man with a club in hand appeared from the east, leading a group of people behind him.
“Mere spatial currents. Break!” said the man with disdain as he casually swung his club, instantly crushing numerous spatial currents. A path devoid of spatial currents opened, allowing him and the nearly 100 people behind him to enter the crack in the sky.
From a different direction, a woman seated atop a spinning lotus appeared. Similarly, she led a big group and easily brought them through the crack. More and more Saints showcased their abilities, entering the crack one after another. From yet another direction, a group of people were hesitating. They wanted to charge over as well, but they did not seem strong enough to do so.
“Stop staring. Come with me,” a lazy voice rang out beside them.