Jiang Fan was stunned.
So there is a battlefield that only a sage can join!
Unimaginable, what kind of battlefield could withstand the destruction of a group of sages and the Giant Emperor.
He couldn't help but ask: "What kind of battlefield is it?"
The Great Wine Sacrifice looked towards Outer Heaven: "Source of All Evil."
As if unwilling to delve into the topic further, he changed the subject, saying:
"In any case, Taicang State can only rely on ourselves."
"Alliance through marriage is imperative."
Jiang Fan gently nodded.
Looking back at the ancient Heavenly Mountain Battlefield.
At this moment, the sunset was like blood, and the lifeless battlefield was shrouded in a layer of crimson.
Desolate and magnificent.
Jiang Fan was touched at heart; would this scene happen again?
He remembered all he had seen on the journey and asked: "Great Wine Sacrifice, how did we win a thousand years ago?"
The Great Wine Sacrifice retorted: "Why do you ask?"
