The population distribution of the Ancient Battlefield was incredibly odd. The main reason was due to the fact over 90% was completely untouched by humans, and of this more than 90%, it was all located at the very center.

Simply put, all of the most powerful Failed Clans were located in a ring around the very forbidden zone Dyon found the remains of the Pride Clan in.

Of course, even with his advantage as the wielder of Titan Diamond Body, Dyon hadn’t dared to enter too far into that mountain range. In fact, even now, Dyon doubted that even those with Overlord level strength dared to do much more than explore it outer fringes.

Setting this aside, what was most important here was the map Dyon had laid out in his mind.

In a broad sense, this outer ring of the Ancient Battlefield was split into four regions. The so-called North, South, East and West. Of which, Dyon was currently blazing through the east.

These four major regions were each blocked by massive mountain ranges only paling in comparison to the elevations of land one would find at the untouched center regions.

Within these four major regions, there were several centers of power. Usually, these were controlled by the 12 top risk Clans Dyon had outlined, usually leaving 3 to a region.

Considering Dyon’s activities hadn’t caused the ire of one of these Clans yet despite how much territory he had gobbled up, one can understand a few things.

First, there was a great inconvenience in travelling in this place. Second, there was an even greater barrier in communication. And lastly, Dyon’s current territory still wasn’t large enough for these individuals to take notice even after more than 100 years.

Dyon wasn’t stupid enough to believe that these top flight clans had no methods of overcoming this. If they could figure out how to easily track and locate those geniuses like him who entered for the first phase, there was no reason that they couldn’t put an equal amount of effort into improving the foundational infrastructure of the Ancient Battlefield.

The fact they hadn’t only meant one thing: they didn’t care to. This wasn’t a place they saw as a homeland. They saw it as a prison. They were completely focused on growing their strength to one day step out of this place and leave.

They wanted their descendants to remember their ancestor’s rage, their humiliation. They wanted it to fester and grow, so that they would also grow more powerful alongside it.

How could they do such a thing if they lived life in comfort?

The size of their territory? They didn’t care. How much wealth and resources they had? They didn’t care.

All they cared about was growing more powerful! This was why Failed Clans were to be feared.

However, Dyon was determined to stand in their path.

With another flash, Dyon grew ever closer to his destination. In fact, he had gotten quite lucky. Though closer to the north than the south, the dwarves were located in the East Region as well.

Despite the size of the battlefield, Dyon only took half a day to reach their location. But, considering Dyon could go from one universe to the next with a single step back on the mortal plane, it was easy to see how large the Ancient Battlefield was.

That said, on the mortal plane, tearing apart space was easy, while it was very difficult to do so here.

The location the dwarves called home wasn’t just filled with dwarves. If even the 12 topmost Clans hardly cared about their so-called ‘territory’, why would lesser Clans do so? There was a great number of intermingled races. Normal humans, dwarves, half-beasts, beasts…

This place looked no different from a village. There were several bazaars located around its massive outskirts with the hollering of countless voices fighting over one another.

They traded all sorts of things. Everything from rare ores to beast organs to special herbs.

‘The beast parts I can find here would be far greater than what the mortal plane has to offer.’ Dyon thought to himself. ‘I should bring some back for Master so she can continue her research when she has time.’

One would think that such a ‘village’ would be quaint, but the reality was that had Dyon not taken Hell’s Right Eye, he wouldn’t be able to see to the ends of it.

It was incredibly odd. These dirt roads, unkept shacks, and merchant markets seemed like the things of small-time villages with populations not exceeding 200, yet this place was home to millions, maybe even billions of people.

This wasn’t a bad thing, though. It was far easier for Dyon to blend in. Though his appearance was a bit delicate in comparison to them, it wasn’t to the point where one could point out his origin so easily. The only reason those 6 geniuses from before were so certain was because they had used special means to calculate his appearance location.

Unfortunately, it seemed Dyon had been too optimistic.

If the 30th ranked on Dyon’s list could have such methods, what about the dwarves who were ranked in the top 3 not to mention were known for their ingenuity and craftmanship?

If all of their talents weren’t going toward making their territory more appealing to the eye… Where do you think it went?

Dyon had barely taken a single step into their ‘village’ before alarms began blaring.

A piercing red light attached and shone from his body, acting like a beacon that shot into the skies.

Dyon sighed. ‘Well… It is what it is…’