"I didn't see any surprise, but I was almost constantly scared,"
Hearing Yu Longyan's teasing, Young Master Lin felt a rare hint of embarrassment.
After all, he had truly courted disaster, either injuring himself badly or acting foolishly.
While a significant portion was due to the system, if Young Master Lin hadn't been so stubborn, so many messes wouldn't have occurred.
"Right, Ancestor, what were you saying about telling me something in advance?"
As a seasoned rogue, Master Lin was quite adept at changing the subject.
"This matter indeed needs to be discussed with you; you almost led me astray with your unreliable nature."
Yu Longyan said as if a sudden realization had dawned.
"This Ten Thousand Races Battlefield is the biggest trap. In ancient times, we didn't have a 'battlefield.' Except when hunting grounds opened, we would take people into specific planes. At other times, we fought wherever we pleased."
"Normally, battles were fought in planes we had conquered, or if we disliked someone, we'd directly descend upon their plane and wreak havoc."
Lin Zhan heard Yu Longyan's words and saw the nods of agreement from the other ancestors.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, these old fellows were truly ruthless. Why hadn't such an excellent tradition been preserved?
Seeing Lin Zhan's rare expression of admiration, Yu Longyan and the other elders, who were often disheartened.
Quickly put on proud expressions, as if to say, "You little brat, you're finally convinced, aren't you? Your ancestors will always be your ancestors."
So, Yu Longyan seized the moment and continued:
"Although the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield isn't large, its spatial barriers are incredibly resilient, and it certainly doesn't feel like a newly generated plane. Moreover, in such a small area, a combined army of ten billion from the myriad races can't even spread out."
As Yu Longyan finished speaking, Lin Zhan seemed to grasp something.
He quickly stood up from his chair and walked to the sandbox map, examining it closely.
Lin Zhan's brow furrowed as he observed, realizing that the entire Ten Thousand Races Battlefield resembled a rectangular football field.
Although both the myriad races and the human race had a depth of over 200 kilometers, their front lines were far too close.
Apart from a 20-kilometer engagement zone for each side, there was only a buffer zone of less than 30 kilometers in the middle.
This was simply...
But he wasn't foolish. If nothing else, look at how 商汤 and 帝辛, two ancestors, had been beaten to the point of needing crutches to walk.
If he, Master Lin, ended up like that, what face would he have to lead his brethren?
Finally, amidst everyone's impatience, Yu Longyan and Chang Ruo concluded their half-hour of official flattery.
Then they said to Lin Zhan:
"Zhan'er, your performance was excellent. The ancestors are very satisfied. Your guess is correct; those damned myriad races do have such intentions."
"In fact, in ancient times, a talented Great Emperor from the Demon Race among the myriad races proposed such an idea. However, before he could implement it, our own Emperor Zi Ming infiltrated the Demon Race and eliminated him."
Lin Zhan was stunned. Were their ancestors that formidable, directly infiltrating enemy territory to kill their Great Emperors?
"Ancestor, which generation was Emperor Zi Ming?"
Shang Jiawei said proudly, "My grandfather."
Cao Yu glared at Shang Jiawei and said, "My son."
The most impressive was Ancestor Chang Ruo, who directly waved his hand at Shang Jiawei and Cao Yu and said:
"I haven't even said he was my grandson yet, what are you two showing off about?"