Liu Jinshui squinted his eyes. As a cultivator who once fought on the first battlefield, there was nothing in this place he didn't recognize.
The mountain before him was a fragment of a Magic Treasure from a master of yesteryears, now referred to as a 'Treasure Land' by later generations. This clearly shows that in the past few hundred years, the Immortal Gods Realm has made no progress, still the same as before.
"Little junior brother, open the battlefield. These so-called young experts of the Immortal Gods Realm's younger generation still haven't made any progress, not worth mentioning!"
"In the past, there were a few young prodigies who could rival us brothers, even senior sister was impressed and respected them, but alas, these days the new generation is worse than the last!"
Liu Jinshui shook his head and sighed.