Chapter 266: Chapter 156: The Heavens Are Murky and the Earth Is Round, the Sun and Moon Are Illusions (Double Release)

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The so-called "Pinggu Battlefield" is essentially a mystical realm that has existed for countless ages, at least since ancient times, spanning ten thousand years.

This mystical realm, as the name implies, is a colossal battlefield documenting past conflicts.

However, the mystical realm is not merely a single battlefield; it is a place woven together by countless continually reappearing battlefield illusions, forming a place of military strife.

The origin of this mystical realm remains unknown, but everyone knows that its origin is definitely not a mere ancient relic.

Because the battlefield recorded within this mystical realm even includes battles between Ancient Saints!

That’s why the "Martial Saint" entered the Pinggu Battlefield for seclusion and has yet to emerge, attempting to gain enlightenment for advancement to the Canliao Realm by observing the battles of Ancient Saints.

But it seems, as the time to emerge nears, the "Martial Saint" shows no signs of progress, indicating the enlightenment outcome seems unfavorable.

The Pinggu Battlefield opens once every five hundred years, for only three months each time.

During these three months, only the last seven or so days witness a drop to around the Middle Three Grades level, where the battlefield illusion’s quality is lowest.

Before that, the alternating battlefields are extremely unstable, including the Saint battlefields.

Thus, the various sects of Cangyuan agreed that before the final seven days, if Saints have any needs, they can negotiate entry autonomously.

During the last seven days, the Pinggu Battlefield is straightforwardly used as a trial ground for each sect’s disciples; others are prohibited from interfering.

The array to open the mystical realm requires the joint effort of several participating factions to open.

And why is it that a few factions specifically need to join efforts?

You guess where the sealing array in a naturally occurring mystical realm came from...

The Pinggu Battlefield was initially completely open, without any seals, waiting for those destined to enter. Later, these factions combined efforts to deploy Qiankun Art of Divination, essentially claiming the Pinggu Battlefield for themselves.

From then on, the quota for Pinggu Battlefield has been "monopolized" by several major sect factions.

Therefore, Chen Kuang immediately understands Zhang Zhizhou’s intentions.

As the senior brother of Freedom Mountain, Zhang Zhizhou certainly has a quota.

As long as Zhang Zhizhou gives his quota to Chen Kuang, allowing Chen Kuang to enter Pinggu Battlefield as a Freedom Mountain disciple.

Then, the "Martial Saint" set to emerge tomorrow will naturally miss him and won’t be able to return to Pinggu Battlefield!

Otherwise, the "Martial Saint" would have to break the jointly established rules and become adversaries with all other sects.

Even someone like Mu Zhao, candid as he is, must weigh the consequences of doing so...

It must be said, Zhang Zhizhou’s maneuvering of existing rules is indeed skillful, a true master.

When he’s not mad or speaking in riddles, he fully deserves the title of Freedom Mountain’s senior brother.

This is currently the best solution.

The only problem is, after seven days, once Chen Kuang emerges from Pinggu Battlefield, he potentially faces a deadly ambush.

But for Chen Kuang, seven days is enough time for him to undergo a dramatic transformation in strength.

Moreover, the entire Cangyuan’s top forces’ core and elite will be gathered in Pinggu Battlefield, allowing Chen Kuang to maneuver on a much larger scale.

Zhang Zhizhou observes Chen Kuang’s changing expression and says, "Looks like you’ve thought it through."

Chen Kuang nods, somberly stating, "However, this ’Pinggu Battlefield’ probably benefits you considerably. A chance every five hundred years, you just give it up like that?"

Zhang Zhizhou shakes his head, "Realm advancement has never been my pursuit. I have other matters to attend to now and no time to go."

He flicks his sleeve lightly, "Besides, it’s just five hundred years; it’s not the only chance."

Chen Kuang is speechless, accustomed to racing against time, not yet attuned to a cultivator’s perception of time.

Theoretically, reaching the Sea Breaking Realm extends life by eight hundred years, in the Grandmaster Realm, lifespan elongates to two thousand, and at the Saint level, it’s three thousand.

Five hundred years, while not quite a blink of an eye, is hardly unattainable.

Yet Chen Kuang still says, "Being unqualified yet occupying the position, my conscience is troubled. In the future, if Senior Brother Zhang needs my assistance in anything, I will not hesitate."

Since he is to use Freedom Mountain’s quota, Chen Kuang shamelessly climbs the ranks, calling him Senior Brother to foster closeness.

After all, among cultivators, those with lower cultivation may, out of politeness and seeking closeness, address those with higher cultivation as Senior Brother or Sister, even if they are not from the same sect.

Zhang Zhizhou shakes his head, "You don’t need to do that. This matter requires the master’s decision. If you’re grateful, thank the master face-to-face."

Master? Face-to-face?

Chen Kuang is astounded, "How would I do that?"

Zhang Zhizhou pulls out a piece of paper from his sleeve, folding it into a small figure, placing it on the ground of the dilapidated temple.

He blows on the little figure, which immediately stands up, looks around, with hands behind its back, gazing up at Zhang Zhizhou:

"Zhizhou? It’s rare to see you come to me. Come on, did you steal someone’s Vermilion Bird or catch someone’s Heaven-Swallowing Frog this time?"

The little figure’s voice is high-pitched and indistinct, sounding like a rubber duck being squeezed.