Many people didn't manage to last until the tenth year and died on the Ancient Battlefield.
Some people, even if they returned, were either severely injured or crippled. Others who were a bit luckier came back only to suffer from severe mental disorders shortly after, rendering them unable to cultivate normally again.
The people who returned unscathed and could live as before were few and far between.
For Hua Wanyun, being a woman, it was even more commendable.
Yet, unexpectedly, Hua Wanyun proposed to head to the Ancient Battlefield once more at this moment.
"Sect Leader, I have already made up my mind. It's not just Zhao Tianlang... and him... alive, I want to see them; dead, I need their bodies. I've been waiting for many years, and this time, I want to bring them all back, even if it takes ten, twenty years, or a lifetime." Hua Wanyun had no hesitation.
A hairpin in her hair shone brightly.
