Every day, numerous people would enter, numerous people would leave, and numerous people would die in the Heaven and Earth Battlefield.
In this place, life was the least valuable. Corpses could be found all over and treasures were hidden in every corner.
This was why many people would come over in search of chances, to break through, to live forever.
However, these people would become the fortuitous encounters of others, what others used to break through. They became the corpses in the growth of others.
The old slowly left and the new charged in excitedly. The cycle rinsed and repeated.
This was the charm of Heaven and Earth Battlefield.
In the past, White Heaven had thought like this, but he stopped thinking like that now.
