Lu Ye stared at the back of his hand, it took him a long while to snap back to reality.
Recalling everything that had happened, the mark on the back of his hand was undoubtedly related to the sect master pressing that big seal against it.
He didn't know what exactly it was, but there were too many things in this world he didn't know, and the unknown wasn't to be feared. For now, he could only face it calmly.
However, the good news was that he had confirmed his location; he was indeed in the Spirit Stream battlefield.
Just from the prefix of this battlefield, Lu Ye felt a sense of unease brewing. If he wasn't mistaken, this was a battlefield where only cultivators from the Spirit Stream Realm were qualified to set foot.
As a junior cultivator who had opened three orifices, he was undoubtedly in great danger in this unfamiliar place. Just now, he had only encountered a pack of wolves, but what if he ran into a group of cultivators?
