I’m Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

Hearing Cultivator Junjun's words, everyone's hearts sank.

It was because that was a distinct possibility. After all… it was blood-red everywhere!

Why was it blood red? It was very likely it was stained by blood!

It was easy to imagine how intense the war was back then. No matter how strong one was, they all fought together.

Those whose bodies were not strong enough saw their skeletons erode and disappear. Those who were strong enough still left behind bones that littered the whole place.

Yang Jian slowly stepped forward, picking up a rusted sword from the ground. His third eye lit up as he looked closely at the sword. He let out a shocked expression.

He just used his third eye to investigate the sword, and the results left him shocked.

Xiao Chengfeng asked, "What happened?"

Yang Jian took a deep breath as he said seriously, "This sword used to be an amazing treasure. It was at least an eighth-grade elite treasure!"

"There's something wrong with the world. An eighth-grade elite treasure is something amazing, but it was still rotten to this degree," Cultivator Junjun's tone was heavy.

Everyone looked over at those skeletons, and their hearts jumped even quicker.

Even an eighth-grade elite treasure was rotted to this degree. The fact that the skeletons were still there meant… they must have been incredibly strong before they died!

There were so many strong corpses around. What happened back then?

"Clack clack clack!"

At that moment, the skeleton walked over again.

Its movements were not quick, and it was not intelligent at all. Other than a sturdy body, its skills were average.

"Slash!"

Xiao Chengfeng attacked again, using fifty percent of his power. The slash flew through the skeleton's head, chopping it up. The skeleton did not get up again.

As they walked forward, they noticed that not many of the skeletons could attack. At the same time, Yang Jian used his third eye and saw that the skeletons, be it beast or human, were split into two factions.

One side was contaminated with the gray mist, and the other side were normal warriors!

Juling Shen said, "So this was the central battle place of the great war back then?"

The gray mist caused chaos in the world. Back then, no one could avoid the disaster. Even Wisdom itself was fractured and ended up lacking. It was a disaster for the whole Origins Realm. All the cultivators only had one word in mind, which was war!

Even without going through the battle themselves, just thinking about it made one shudder.

"Any skeleton here would have at least been a dictator before. Yet, after being here for so long, only bones are left," Cultivator Junjun lamented.

Xiao Chengfeng nodded, "They probably left behind resentment and grudges, causing the skeletons to attack us."

The existences here were all too strong. Just a sliver of resentment could result in terrifying consequences.

On the way, they killed all the skeletons that tried to stop them as they walked deeper inside.

An altar quickly appeared in front of them.

The altar was tall and large, and it felt incredibly ancient.

The Celestial Demon King and the others were already on top of the altar. They stood there not moving as they looked at the altar in shock.

There was an altar on the ancient battlefield.

What did the altar represent? What did it have to do with a battle? Who had the ability?

Juling Shen tried attacking the altar, but his spell was absorbed, not causing a single disturbance.

The altar was right in front of them, yet it felt like it was in a different space. No attacks or sounds seemed to connect.

"Since they're already on top, and are fine, it's probably not that dangerous."

Xiao Chengfeng was incredibly bold. He immediately kept his sword and moved, entering the altar. The moment he stepped on the altar, his body stiffened. Just like the others, he looked in one direction and lost his focus.

Cultivator Junjun and the others were exasperated as they followed.

"I won't accept it. It won't accept it! Why won't everything go the way I want it to? The heavens aren't fair. I'll go against the heavens and overturn Wisdom. I'll decide my destiny!"

The moment they entered the altar, a crazed and arrogant voice was heard. Just from the voice alone, it was easy to feel how strong the owner was. It was as if the heavens talked to an ant.

The next moment, scene after scene appeared in front of them. As a spectator, they saw what happened during ancient times.

They knew that this past was the will of the owner of the voice!

The story was quite cliched.

A pair of childhood lovers cultivated together. After going through some experiences, the girl died right after they started being together.

She was burned to death with black fire by a demonic cultivator!

The man took revenge in pain, killing demonic cultivators by any means possible, but all he had left was a sliver of the girl's soul.

From then, he tried to revive the girl.

He learned from many masters, and worked incredibly hard, suffering through many hardships. He never let go of any chance at reviving her. His talent was extraordinary, and with that goal in mind, his cultivation soared. The hopes of reviving her increased day by day.

When he reached the Heavenly realm, he reconstructed the girl's love with her remaining soul as a foundation. He created a world for her and lived happily for a hundred years. He suddenly realized that the girl was different from the girl back then. She was just the remains of that girl's soul, so he did not revive her!

So, he embarked on the road to revive her again.

He tried reincarnation, tried implanting memories. However, he was never satisfied. That was because he knew that revival was all just false. It was just a way for him to console himself. The actual girl was already dead.

There was only one way to truly revive the girl, and that was to redo the past!

He wanted to throw space and time into disarray, and return to when the girl was killed, achieving true revival!

Only, how could the heavens allow someone whose soul was already destroyed to be revived? Disturbing space and time was already something that would cause heaven and earth to lose balance in the first place.

No matter what the man thought of, no matter how hard he worked, the heavens would not allow him to do what he wanted, even if he sacrificed everything he had.

Wisdom was formless and endless. The past could not be meddled with, and the future could not be muddled.

After hitting countless walls, the man finally lost himself in anger. He hated the heavens for being merciless, so he tried everything he could to be stronger. His talent did stand at the top back then. In the end, he became the strongest in the world. He even managed to fuse into Wisdom, forcibly trying to change the past!