Heaven bestowed auspicious hues, the earth gushed sweet springs, and azure lotuses bloomed from the void, suffusing the air with an otherworldly fragrance that intoxicated the senses. The cosmos shimmered with radiant colors, bathed in an aura of serenity. A golden path unfurled from the heavens, descending before the gathered crowd, upon which strode a figure—majestic, solemn, towering, and divine, as if a true deity patrolling the skies.
The onlookers stood dumbfounded, their throats parched. What was happening? How could such anomalies manifest in the Void God Realm? The fluctuations were too intense, disrupting the space and halting the battle. The figure stood upon the golden path, gazing down upon all like an ancient god.
“You have disrupted the balance of the Void God Realm. Cease, or face punishment.”
His voice boomed like thunder, resonating with sacred radiance, shaking the very air and causing ears to ache. Through his words, the crowd grasped a staggering truth—this was a being of the Void God Realm, its guardian.
Was this… a god? The thought sent shivers down their spines, their blood surging with excitement. The Void God Realm had its own will, and now it had manifested! Legends spoke of this world being forged by the divine consciousness of ancient deities, or perhaps as the realm one entered upon ascension. How many had ever witnessed such a sight?
The golden path stretched into the heavens, exuding an awe-inspiring presence, its towering figure as immovable as a mountain. He spoke again:
“You have two choices. Leave, or continue fighting and be expelled.”
His words stunned all. These two youths had surpassed the limits of their realm, threatening the very rules and chains of order. For two young sovereigns, this was both an honor and a complication—forcing the Void God Realm itself to intervene was unprecedented.
Silence gripped the crowd. None dared speak recklessly under the oppressive gaze of the godlike figure. Yet, disappointment lingered—the battle between the two prodigies had been interrupted.
Shi Hao and Shi Yi remained locked in a cold standoff, unmoving.
“There is a third option,” the figure declared. “Enter the Sky Battlefield.”
Murmurs spread. What was this place? Few had heard of it, save for the elders of the ancient divine mountains, whose expressions darkened with recognition.
“The Sky Battlefield… where the ancient saints dueled,” murmured an elder Flood Dragon, his crimson scales glinting as he coiled among the clouds.
“Even gods fought there,” whispered another pure-blooded being.
The revelation sent waves of unease through the crowd. This was a sacred battleground reserved for the mightiest of legends. How could these two youths, prodigies though they were, compare to the saints and deities of old?
“The Sky Battlefield is not only for the ancients,” the radiant figure intoned. “It is also for those who surpass the limits of their realm—though it has lain dormant for ages.”
Shame flickered among the great clans, especially the divine mountain factions, who once boasted peerless champions capable of entering such a battlefield.
“Moreover,” the figure continued, “when war brews between domains, the Sky Battlefield serves as the arena.”
“Divine Arena Battles?” The crowd erupted in shock.
This was no mere legend. Periodically, clashes erupted between domains, pitting the most formidable geniuses against one another. These were battles of future gods, fought upon a stage of myth.
The rewards were legendary—those who stepped onto that battlefield would be granted unimaginable boons. Though few understood the Sky Battlefield, the Divine Arena Battles were steeped in tales of glory and bloodshed.
In times of chaos, domains collided, and the Divine Arena would ignite with the fiercest, most dazzling battles of the age. Saints, peerless beauties, and reincarnated legends would all converge upon that stage.
Was this the prelude to such an event? Hearts pounded with anticipation.
Shi Hao and Shi Yi stood apart, their gazes like flowing starlight, brimming with unspoken intensity.
“Only those who dominate their domain may ascend the Sky Battlefield,” the figure declared. “And all who do shall be rewarded.”
This revelation struck both youths. Their earlier records, set upon the monument, had yet to yield their promised rewards. Now, the figure implied that victory in the Sky Battlefield would compound their prizes.
“Who are you?” Shi Yi asked calmly, voicing the question on everyone’s lips.
The towering figure replied without emotion, “I am the Domain Envoy.”
The Void God Realm mirrored the real world, divided into domains. His authority was vast, his role pivotal.
“What is your duty?” Shi Yi pressed, unshaken.
“I am a manifestation of the Void God Realm’s will, tasked with guarding this space.”
He even admitted to once expelling Shi Hao, drawing a cheeky glare from the boy.
Shi Yi then inquired in secret—would entering the Sky Battlefield grant him the same mysterious rewards as before?
“Victory there shall be rewarded,” the Domain Envoy replied.
Simultaneously, Shi Hao asked if his accumulated records could earn him the Bronze Divine Book.
“Win, and you shall receive it.”
Shi Hao smirked. “You tried to withhold my rewards when I broke through the Ten Heavenly Passages. Not very honorable.”
The Domain Envoy’s eyes flashed with runes, chaos swirling within—a will forged by the gods themselves.
“When do we enter the Sky Battlefield?” Shi Hao demanded, cutting to the chase.
“After a month of sealing,” came the answer.
The two youths exchanged a glance, their silence speaking volumes. Around them, the crowd erupted into fervent discussion. This was no minor event—it would shake the entire Wasteland Region, heralding greater storms to come.
The golden path vanished, the Domain Envoy disappearing with it. The distorted laws and chains of order faded.
Then—
Shi Yi lunged, his leg sweeping toward Shi Hao in a sudden burst of motion.
Shi Hao countered calmly, his movements fluid yet profound, his aura vast and unfathomable. Both restrained their full power, ensuring the battle remained a test, not a decisive clash.
For half an hour, they clashed like twin comets, their speed defying sight. When they finally parted, both coughed blood, staggering back.
Though not the final battle, the display left all trembling. Any lesser warrior would have perished in moments.
Now, all eyes turned skyward, awaiting the opening of the Sky Battlefield—the dawn of divine warfare.
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