The ground was devoid of any trace of vegetation, but amidst the howling winds, scattered bones occasionally surfaced, indistinguishable as to whether they belonged to humans or wild beasts.

What was most intriguing was that Mi Xiaojing had even stumbled upon some shattered ancient treasures. Truly broken, they had been eroded by the chaotic Spiritual Qi over a long period and had lost all their spirituality. Even the materials themselves had decayed, rendering them utterly worthless.

An ancient battlefield!

Both Mi Xiaojing and Wang Weijun reached this conclusion. It was the aftermath of a single battle. Mi Xiaojing was amazed, while Wang Weijun felt even more shocked, having discerned far more than Mi Xiaojing.