The Longevity Family: Starting from the Foundation Establishment Ancestor

The Primordial Battlefield is located in a shattered star field at the very edge of the Chaos Sea. It was once the site of an earth-shattering battle in ancient times, where countless powerful figures perished, their corpses piled up like mountains, and resentment lingered, forming a unique desolate domain.

After bidding farewell to Lei Di and the others, Han Mu embarked on his journey to the Primordial Battlefield alone. He did not travel by warship but instead walked on foot. Each step covered thousands of miles, and he felt the wind of the Chaos Sea blowing across his cheeks and experienced the fluctuations of the laws between heaven and earth.

"My lord, the Ancient Battlefield is very dangerous. Not only are there powerful undead creatures inside, but there are also all sorts of strange restrictions and traps. You must be careful." Han Li's voice came from the communication talisman, filled with deep concern.

"I know, I'll be careful." Han Mu nodded. He was always cautious and wouldn't act rashly.

After flying for three days and three nights, Han Mu finally arrived at the outer edge of the ancient battlefield. Looking into the distance, he saw a desolate, gray land with a leaden sky and a dark red earth. The air was filled with the stench of decay and blood, making him want to vomit.

"This place is even more sinister than the Abyss of Chaos." Han Mu frowned. He could sense that countless powerful auras were hidden in this desolate land, some of which were even no weaker than the peak of the Sovereign realm.

Han Mu stepped into the ancient battlefield. The ground beneath his feet was soft and damp, as if he were stepping on rotting flesh. Scattered all around were fragments of broken weapons and armor, as well as some huge skeletons, the remains of some unknown creature.

"My lord, the resentment here is very strong. Staying here for too long will affect your mind. You must finish this quickly," Han Li reminded him.

"Understood." Han Mu quickened his pace and walked deeper into the battlefield. He could feel a faint call from there, as if guiding him forward.

After walking for a short while, a dense mass of dark shadows appeared ahead. Han Mu looked closely and saw that it was a group of undead creatures, with various shapes and sizes. There were humanoid skeleton warriors, beast-like rotting corpses, and some strange creatures that he couldn't name. They were wandering aimlessly, exuding a cold aura.

"The undead legion is quite numerous." Han Mu didn't take a detour and went straight to meet them. He was now at the peak of the Dominator realm, and although these undead creatures were numerous, most of them were only at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal, posing no threat to him.

The undead creatures sensed Han Mu's presence and turned around, their empty eye sockets flashing with eerie green light. They let out low growls and charged towards him.

Han Mu raised his hand and waved, unleashing a chaotic sword aura that swept out, slicing dozens of undead creatures at the front in half and turning them into black smoke. But the undead creatures behind them were fearless and continued to charge forward, stepping over the remains of their companions.

"Annoying." Han Mu frowned. He didn't want to waste time and energy on these low-level undead. He directly activated the Chaos Domain, which covered a radius of a hundred miles. Under the suppression of the Chaos Domain, all undead creatures became sluggish and their strength was greatly reduced.

Han Mu unleashed a punch, the fist imprint transforming into a massive pillar of chaotic light that blasted a path through the undead legion in front of him. He sped along the path and instantly broke free of the undead legion's encirclement.

"My lord, there is a powerful undead creature ahead, with strength at least at the late stage of the Overlord realm," Han Li suddenly warned.

Han Mu stopped and saw a humanoid undead wearing tattered armor standing in front of him. It held a rusty longsword, and a gaunt face was visible under its helmet. Crimson flames burned in its eye sockets, radiating the aura of a late-stage Overlord.

"Undead Generals." Han Mu recognized these creatures. They were high-level undead from the ancient battlefield. In life, they were all powerful generals, but after death, their resentment lingered, turning them into undead creatures.

Upon seeing Han Mu, the Undead General let out a low roar, raised his longsword, and slashed at him. The sword's light tore through space, carrying a dense aura of death.

Han Mu neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met the attack with a punch. The fist and sword clashed, producing a metallic clang. The undead general was forced back several steps, but Han Mu remained unmoved.

"At the peak of the Dominator realm, you are no match for me," Han Mu said calmly, throwing another punch. This time, he used the Law of Chaos, and the fist imprint contained the power of chaos, doubling its power.

The undead general raised his sword to block, but the power of chaos was too domineering, shattering his sword directly. The fist imprint, still powerful, slammed into the undead general's chest, sending him flying and leaving a huge hole in his chest.

The undead general struggled to its feet, the crimson flames in its eye sockets flickering, clearly indicating that it was seriously injured. However, instead of fleeing, it let out an even more scathing roar, and its aura began to surge, actually burning its own essence for a brief burst of power.

"A desperate counterattack." Han Mu's expression remained unchanged as he summoned the Coffin of Origin. A phantom image of the coffin lid appeared and pressed down on the undead general.

The undead general was suppressed by the Coffin of Origin, unable to move, and let out an unwilling roar. His body began to disintegrate, turning into black smoke and dissipating, leaving behind a black crystal the size of a fist.

"Undead Crystal, a good thing." Han Mu picked up the black crystal. This thing contained pure death essence and could be used to repair injuries or to refine weapons.

"My lord, there is a huge tower ahead, it looks very ancient," Han Li's voice came.

Han Mu looked up and saw a colossal, pitch-black tower standing on the distant horizon. The tower soared into the clouds, exuding an ancient and weathered aura. Its surface was covered with intricate runes that shimmered with a ghostly light, as if telling ancient secrets.

"The Tower of Babel." A name flashed through Han Mu's mind. He had seen records about the Tower of Babel in the Time Guardian's inheritance. It was a place of inheritance left by a super strong person in the ancient era, containing the secret of breaking through to the Lord of Chaos.

Han Mu quickened his pace and walked towards the Tower of Babel. The closer he got to the tower, the stronger the faint call became, as if someone inside the tower was calling to him.

When Han Mu arrived at the tower, he discovered that it was even larger than he had imagined. The base alone was tens of thousands of feet wide. The tower door was tightly closed, and a huge rune was engraved on the door, radiating a powerful sealing force.

"This seal requires a specific technique to open." Han Mu carefully observed the runes and discovered that it was an ancient unsealing technique, similar to one of the techniques passed down in the Time Guardian lineage.

Following the techniques passed down in the Time Guardian tradition, Han Mu inscribed runes on the door. After a moment, the runes emitted a dazzling light, and the tower door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

Behind the door was a pitch-black passage, from which gusts of cold wind blew, mixed with faint weeping sounds, sending chills down one's spine.

Han Mu took a deep breath and stepped into the passage. The tower door slowly closed behind him, isolating him from the outside world.

The passage was very long. It took Han Mu about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to reach the end. At the end was a huge hall, in the center of which floated a golden ball of light, within which a figure could be vaguely seen.

"You've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time." An aged voice came from the ball of light.