Chapter 1036 Wasteland
When Chen Yang first learned of the Jianzong space, he knew there were many corpses of martial artists within it.
Initially, Chen Yang paid little attention to this matter, considering the place extremely dangerous. However, from Zhou Zeyao, Chen Yang learned something very special.
After martial artists die, their bodies are somewhat different from ordinary people. Not only are their flesh and blood strengthened, but their bones are also the same.
The dissipating internal energy might be absorbed by heaven and earth, transforming back into spiritual energy.
Internal energy dissipates, but the body does not. If these corpses gather for a long time, they form a special place.
According to Zhou Zeyao's explanation, a type of medicinal herb grows in such a place.
As for what kind of medicinal herb it was, Zhou Zeyao did not elaborate.
Instead, he told Chen Yang that he would tell him upon their return.
Zhou Zeyao only mentioned that even he, in his past state, could have used that medicinal herb.
"Although the battles between martial artists are cruel, after death, like ordinary people, they are nothing but dust."
Chen Yang felt a pang of emotion as he thought about it now. Just upon entering this space, two peak Grandmasters had died.
And all of this was just the beginning.
In the end, how many people would be able to return alive?
After crossing a mountain range, the two looked at the scene outside the mountain range and gasped.
The scenery beyond the mountain range resembled a scene of apocalyptic destruction.
Except for the area near the mountain range where some trees remained, the rest had become a wasteland.
And it was all blood-red wasteland.
A nauseating scent of blood permeated the air, and with a single breath, it felt like it had entered their minds, lingering stubbornly.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yang suppressed the urge to vomit and said, "How many people must have died here?"
Chen Yang had imagined what an ancient battlefield would be like, but when the actual ancient battlefield appeared, Chen Yang was still shocked.
However, at that moment, Chen Shu beside him said in a low voice, "We came to the right place!"
Hearing this, Chen Yang looked at Chen Shu with confusion.
Chen Yang couldn't understand what he meant at all.
Chen Shu continued, "Can't the origin of the Bronze Tree absorb essence and blood?"
"The mixed aura permeating this battlefield is something no life force can withstand. Absorbing too much will affect one's sanity."
"But my Bronze Tree origin is different!"
"Before, during my tribulation of transforming into a physical form, I used a lot of the power from the Bronze Tree origin. Now is a good time to replenish that lost power!"
Upon hearing that it was such a good thing, Chen Yang nodded and smiled, "As long as it doesn't affect your origin."
After speaking, the two quietly moved towards the ancient battlefield.
The reason they didn't use their internal energy was to avoid attracting the surrounding monsters.
Chen Yang and Chen Shu had already detected many monsters in the forest alone.
At the critical juncture of about to enter the ancient battlefield, Chen Yang was reluctant to use too much internal energy.
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When the Great Elder of Jianzong led everyone over the Jianzong mountain range, they were equally shocked by the scene before them.
Before they entered, they had heard the survivors describe the scene within.
However, hearing it was not the same as seeing it with their own eyes.
Only when they truly reached this place could they deeply feel its terrifying nature.
"The several great battles that took place here were all to prevent more powerful monsters from entering the plains..."
The Great Elder of Jianzong spoke these words with a sense of tragic heroism.
From the very beginning of its establishment, Jianzong was meant to form a barrier within the mountain range.
Although there were more resources within the mountain range, these resources were entirely for the purpose of blocking these monsters.
Those who followed the Great Elder into the space had all entered this space before.
However, at that time, they had followed the teachings of their predecessors and stayed active in the plains.
Each journey into the space was their opportunity.
The immense spiritual energy within the space was an opportunity, and the rare treasures scattered everywhere were also opportunities.
Many people, relying on the sect's supply, reached a plateau after becoming peak Grandmasters and could not advance further to become body-forging peak Grandmasters.
This was precisely due to the lack of this final step.
Only true geniuses could achieve body forging outside the Jianzong space.
Many people only had the chance to reach that step in this place.
And this step was extremely dangerous. During body forging, a significant amount of internal energy would be absorbed, thus attracting monster attacks.
Many people lost their lives at this stage.
However, the true powerhouses of the sect would choose not to interfere in this matter.
On one hand, they wanted these disciples to temper themselves; only martial artists who had truly experienced life and death were true martial artists.
On the other hand, it was due to Jianzong's requirements.
The influx of too many peak Grandmasters, especially these true powerhouses, would cause fluctuations in the spatial通道.
However, at this moment, someone suddenly said, "I say, are you Jianzong planning to have us clear out the monsters?"
The Great Elder of Jianzong showed a bitter smile upon hearing this.
Clearing out monsters? How could it be that simple?
If a mere dozen or so people could clear out an endless stream of monsters, why would Jianzong have retreated from this space?
"Jianzong's location is not deep within the mountain range; we only need to reach Jianzong's location."
"When Jianzong withdrew from this space years ago, many things were left behind."
"This time, we are here to retrieve those items from the clutches of the monsters."
"As for clearing out monsters... an operation this large is beyond the capabilities of just us. Unless all the peak Grandmasters in the martial world today are included, even the younger generation, then perhaps we might stand a chance."
The people around them couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
They didn't know how powerful the monsters deep within the mountain range were.
After all, they had only ever operated in the plains before.
The senior disciple of Daozong, however, said indifferently, "Jianzong's location is not important. Once we make a move, it will inevitably trigger an attack from the monsters inside the mountain range."
"Taking advantage of this opportunity to clear out some monsters is also a good thing. At least for a short period, there won't be powerful monsters appearing on the plains, and the safety of the youngsters will be guaranteed."
The senior disciple of Daozong was not old, but he used the term "youngsters" when referring to other young martial artists.
It wasn't that the senior disciple of Daozong was being presumptuous, but his strength truly allowed him to bear such a title.
Even among these older generation experts, no one dared to underestimate the senior disciple of Daozong.
The Daoist lineage generally did not emerge from seclusion unless it was a time of great upheaval.
Only these sects truly understood the terrifying profundity of Daozong's heritage.