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Time passed, and fifty years had gone by.
In the southern part of Tianyuan Realm, an endless green prairie was the scene of a grand battlefield where tens of thousands of cultivators were fighting with spells and magical weapons.
Blood flowed like rivers, and there were many bodies lying on the ground with fragments of magic artifacts, Dharma treasures, and spiritual treasures scattered all over.
A voluptuous woman in a purple dress was dueling a massive green-eyed Bingchan, three flying knives with flickering white light shot forward, joining together mid-flight to become a white broad blade about a zhang long.
The purple-clad woman made a hand gesture, and the spiritual light on the purple shield in front of her soared to meet the attack.
The green-eyed Bingchan spat out a thick beam of white light that struck the purple shield.
The purple shield visibly froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming encased in ice.
