This Dao field was vast, filled with clusters of halls and pavilions. Rosy mist permeated the air, and array patterns flickered with light.
The pavilions and cave residences deeper inside had long since been ransacked by the cultivators who arrived earlier.
Great battles had erupted in some areas. The fighting and contention continued even now, with bodies lying strewn about and blood splattering in all directions.
Though the Blood Immortal Sect was terrifying, to many cultivators, it was still far less important than the opportunities right in front of them.
Thus, even though the Secret Realm was in a state of chaos and turmoil, forcing everyone to fend for themselves, fierce battles could still be seen in many areas.
Jiang Lan led the group along a deep and secluded corridor, making his way toward the depths of the Dao field.
