Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

After Xia Jin stepped through the stone gate, the gray-robed swordsman and Venerable Miaodi exchanged a glance and then followed suit.

At this moment, the stone door slowly closed, and Xia Jin and the others felt an extremely powerful gravity pressing down on them, pulling them directly downwards.

"What exactly is down there? Isn't it a direct route to the temple?" As she fell, a hint of doubt flashed in Xia Jin's eyes.

But soon, his doubts deepened, because a dozen breaths later, he found himself standing on a desolate land.

Moreover, the surrounding area was littered with all kinds of bones, including human remains as well as the remains of some enormous beasts.

"Amitabha, could this be the ancient battlefield from tens of thousands of years ago?" Venerable Miaodi looked around, a hint of shock suddenly flashing across his usually calm face.

"Venerable One, do you recognize this place?" The gray-robed swordsman beside him frowned and asked, noticing the change in Venerable One's expression.

But when asked, Venerable Miaodi simply nodded and said nothing more.

At this moment, Xia Jin's gaze was already fixed on the distance, where she saw several teams standing at a distance from each other.

These people are undoubtedly powerful individuals from various continents.

However, it seemed that their cultivation methods were somewhat different. Xia Jin saw a team of four people, each of whom had an astonishingly rich blood aura, like ancient ferocious beasts. Just by standing there, they caused the ground beneath their feet to sink a foot.

You should know that the ground here is not ordinary soil, but something as hard and strong as refined iron.

When Xia Jin's team of only three from the Eastern Xuan Continent appeared, they immediately attracted several pairs of eyes.

Among them, a man with an arrogant face and faint silver lines on his forehead glanced at Xia Jin and the others, a hint of mockery in his eyes, before looking away as if it would be a waste to look at them any longer.

"It seems that all three of us are looked down upon!" Xia Jin naturally noticed the change in the other party's eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.

"The Eastern Xuan Continent has always been ranked at the bottom, so it's normal for it to be looked down upon. Especially this time, only three of you participated." A clear, cold voice rang out, and the woman in the white veil walked to Xia Jin's side and said calmly.

"These people come from six other continents besides the Eastern Xuan Continent. Their strength is no less than yours... no, it should be said that it is no weaker than the two of them."

She pointed to the other teams, about to say "you guys," but then suddenly remembered the aura of "emperor" that Xia Jin exuded when she fought him earlier, and changed her mind.

The gray-robed man and Venerable Miaodi's faces darkened simultaneously, speechless. It seemed they were the weakest among them. Only Xia Jin remained unconcerned, for only he knew his true strength.

Just as everyone was observing the various teams, the clouds above suddenly began to churn violently, and streaks of brilliant golden light burst forth, illuminating the previously dim ancient battlefield with a dazzling light.

Everyone, including Xia Jin, immediately turned their gaze to the sky.

Soon, the clouds in the middle dispersed, and a huge golden scroll slowly floated down from above the clouds, unfurling gently above everyone's heads.

On the scroll, the names of everyone present automatically appeared on the list.

"The Apocalypse Continent, the Azure Sea Continent, the Crimson Flame Continent, the Azure Mist Continent, the Northern Underworld Continent, the Western Extreme Continent... and the Eastern Profound Continent." A grand voice resounded from the heavens.

"The candidates have all arrived. Next, all of you will be randomly assigned to different areas of this ancient battlefield. Those who survive for three days can join the temple. There are some special items in the ancient battlefield that can earn you points. The top three scorers will receive rewards from the temple."

As the magnificent sound faded, three dazzling orbs of light descended from the clouds and hovered in the air.

A bottle of liquid exuding a rich life force, an ancient scroll made of animal hide, and in the very center... a palm-sized metal fragment.

As Xia Jin's gaze fell upon the fragment, the system notification sounded again deep within his mind.

[Ding! Key information "Fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell" detected... Information matching in progress... Match successful!]

[Triggering the task selection: Get first place in the assessment!]

[Mission: Achieve first place in the final score rankings during this ancient battlefield assessment to obtain a fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell.]

[Reward: Eight thousand years of pure cultivation, Primordial Demon Emperor Technique (Beginner)]

"What?! That thing is actually a fragment of the...Emperor...Bell?!"

Xia Jin's pupils suddenly dilated, and her heart began to pound wildly! She almost lost her composure.

He was reincarnated into this world, so naturally he knew exactly what the Eastern Emperor Bell was!

That was a supreme treasure from a mythical legend, with terrifying power. Even though it was just a fragment, its value was immeasurable!

The Venerable Miaodi and the gray-robed swordsman beside her seemed to notice the change in Xia Jin's expression and cast questioning glances at her.

Xia Jin took a deep breath, her expression instantly returning to calm, as if the abnormality just now was merely their illusion.

This task must be completed!

Just as everyone was still discussing what the three reward treasures were, dozens of streams of light once again fell from the clouds, flying into the hands of everyone below.

"Huh!? What is this?" Xia Jin reached out and caught it. The golden light dissipated, revealing a black token with the number "zero" displayed on its surface.

"The points you earn later will be recorded in this token." The woman with a white veil next to Xia Jin seemed to notice the confusion on Xia Jin's face, so she explained, "But remember, in this ancient battlefield, the token can be taken, and the points inside will be transferred to someone else."

"In other words, even if you don't complete any tasks, you can still get points by simply seizing someone else's token at the end!" Xia Jin touched her chin, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"What you said is true, but be careful of being ganged up on. After all, there are only three of you left in the Eastern Xuan Continent." The woman naturally understood Xia Jin's meaning and gave a special warning.

"Time's up, assessment begins!"

The golden scroll in the sky shone brightly, sending down dozens of beams of light that enveloped everyone present.

Xia Jin felt the power of the space around her fluctuate violently, and the scene before her began to blur.

In the final moments before his figure completely disappeared, he glanced at the three reward treasures in the air, especially the fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"The fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell...wait for me!"