Pool of Nine Deaths

"If you go to the Realm Battlefield now, it is still too soon," Lin Piaoxue said seriously. "The cruelty of the Realm Battlefield far surpasses your imagination. You must make even more adequate preparations."

Ling Han nodded, and made no further mention of the Realm Battlefield.

The carriage traveled very quickly. With a creature made of Divine Metal as horsepower, the speed was naturally amazing. It traveled from one spatial plane to the next, and they arrived at a mountain range over a dozen days later. After entering a specific doorway, the initially endless chain of mountains became even vaster, as if they had entered into a different world.

They all disembarked from the carriage, and the golden ox sprawled out lazily, appearing extremely relaxed.