The remnants of this battlefield finally show a hint of life.
This life is so weak, so small, like an illusion, as if it could extinguish and disappear in the next moment amidst the chaos of this ancient battlefield.
However, it did not disappear after all.
A hundred thousand years have passed, and during these hundred thousand years, the cultivators of the endless starry sky have recovered somewhat and started frantically exploring the outskirts of the ancient battlefield, trying to find out who won the final victory, or if all the True Immortal Fairies perished together without any survivors.
At the center of the ancient battlefield, a brown tree root grows robustly, absorbing all the blood and flesh from the ancient battlefield to grow.
