Ancient War Realm

Ivor had long made it to the dark forest and asked the locals outside the forest, he finally reached the place.

It was a single stone, in a large open area. Ivor walked up to it and place his hand on it.

Everything turned black and then there was nothing but sand.

*Ding

[Host has entered Ancient War Realm]

"huh... I am healed... haha... Wait, System Explain?"

[This is an Ancient Realm created by the wars of chaos and each person who enters is to battle for ten thousand years non-stop against beasts.]

[Host chances of survival is 5%, Have Fun.]

"..."

Next moment Ivor saw about a thousand 3rd grade beasts, attack him. Ivor took out a bottle of spirit wine, took a sip then waved his staff killing all the beast.

"Oh, that's some nice materials."

Ten years went by Ivor had killed over a hundred thousand beasts, he always wondered how will he survive. His Qi will run out, his weapons will break, he has no spare time to forge.

A Hundred Years went by, Ivor Cultivation reached 1st stage of Soul Law. He had to endure the 100 lightning strikes from the heavenly tribulance. Although, the lightning did kill quite the amount of beast.

500 years went by, Ivor was getting tired. He no longer had the look of an old man but a drunken uncle with a straw hat.

*Ding

[Your Disciple Ai has broken through to Nascent Soul Realm.]

"haa... isn't she a bit slow, sect life..."

"Sometimes. I wonder can I give her these techniques the system gives me..."

"to thinks she is the at that age..."

Ivor was sitting on a pile of swords and armour that had broken off during his battle, he had picked up each beast into his storage rings.

He didn't use his hammer due to it always splattering the body, he just used his staff that became sharper than a blade.

The staff in fact kept increasing its aura but he would sometimes use weapons from his storage to kill multiple beasts at once.

Thousand years since he entered the realm, Ivor had reached the 7th stage Soul Law realm but this time he was lying on the ground.

"I can't go on... I don't even know how long it has been..." Ivor kept drinking his wine and complaining, he was missing an arm. A beast managed to get a surprise attack.

*Ding

[The stupidity of this host, each time host kills a thousand he would get rewards but the host does not look at them.]

"oh... open."

There were Qi recovering pills, internal healing pills, materials, techniques, and many more.

"Fuck, really..." Ivor took healing pills and qi recovering pills and began to fight once again.

Five thousand years later, Ivor had reached the last stage of Somatic Void Realm.

This time if a man saw Ivor, they would call him the wine battle god. There were shattered still and blood around but not much as empty bottles of wine, before Ivor left he spent ten thousand supreme spirit stones on wine, he still had a lot to go through.

Ivor had created his own techniques mostly were staff techniques but there were palm, finger, and eye techniques. The eye technique Ivor created, he called it the Simple Eye. He could use it to predict the enemy's next move and identify their weak spots.

The Spear technique was called lightning fire poke. Basically, all Ivor does is poke the enemy fast as lightning gives a spark of lightning but he also burns them.

The Palm Technique Ivor made was called Rough sand Palm, he was getting bored and just did the simple names. This technique took the surrounding sand around his hand then enchanted and he would enlarge it and drop it from the sky crushing his enemies.

Ivor had many techniques, some were stupid and useless while some were o be considered great skills that could help the foundation of a sect.

Ivor took out his forging equipment and started to make his staff a 9th-grade weapon, also Ivor had forgotten about the man inside. He was dead, just a skeleton left.

The forging of his staff created a barrier that prevented the low-9th stage beasts from entering.

it took Ivor 500 hundred years to finish upgrading his weapon.

Suddenly a massive surge of energy went out killing the monsters gathered outside and then returning inside the weapon with Ivor's cultivation breaking through to Void Realm.

*Ding

[Congratulations hos for creating a Divine Weapon]

[Rewarded with books: True Formations, True Engravings, True Runes]

Suddenly, the 10th stage monster started to attack which left Ivor no time to read his books. There were dragons, Phoenixes, black turtles, tigers, and many other legendary beasts but he had to battle.

Ivor was shedding blood and sweat for another 2,500 years making it 8000 years go by.

Ivor was lying on the ground bloody, a beast kept attacking him while Ivor was still deflecting but he was on the verge of death.

"This seems to be it, this battle is really worthless... there was no point... let's see what was my name was... no no what was her name? was it her... I really do not remember."

"But I cannot let it end like this." The reason Ivor was unable to attack was due to absorbing True Formation hoping to make a miracle but it made him unconscious for 30 seconds.

"hahaha, I got it." Ivor then threw a bunch of beast's skin in the air which made a pattern and made a quick war guardian formation.

Although the beast was just a small monkey it held the 11th-grade beast for few days. This allowed Ivor to recover and continue his battle.

Ivor's mind had become blank, there was endless killing and consumption. He couldn't think properly, he acted like a robot. It was eventually going to kill his mind.

There was a week left until he could leave this cursed realm.

Ivor's final battle was against a Peak 13th stage monster, it took Ivor less than a minute to kill it. He was too excited to final be able to leave alive.

*Ding

[Congratulations for surviving for Ten Thousand years of battle]

[The Realm has cursed to not be able to leave the realm.]

"WHat no, no, no. System take me out or how? wait, WHY!?!"

[You spent too much killing within the realm which made a curse emmit on you, either someone needs to release you or you figure it out.]

"NO!... I can't, was the point not to kill... I am too tired." Ivor slowly closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, his mind had to recover but who knew when he was going to wake up.