Ophiuchus Gold Cloth

Leaving his Stone House, George headed up toward Sanctuary's main plaza.

The large cluster of Stone Houses at the lowest level of Sanctuary was where the Sanctuary foot soldiers lived. It was extremely crude.

Other than basic living facilities, there was nothing else.

It was not that Sanctuary was poor. On the contrary, Sanctuary was extremely wealthy.

Perhaps ordinary people across the continent did not know of Sanctuary's existence, but the upper echelons of every nation understood full well how terrifying Sanctuary was.

They knew that Sanctuary was the true ruler of the world. Sending just one Silver Saint would be enough to easily destroy the strongest nation in the world.

In the eyes of national leaders, Sanctuary's affairs were more important than anything in their own countries.

Thus, Sanctuary received funding from every nation in the world. If it wished, it could even build the most luxurious villas in the world at the foot of the mountain.

It did not do so because this was itself a trial and form of training for the foot soldiers.

Only through the strictest and harshest training could they break through the limits of their bodies, comprehend Cosmo, and advance into Bronze Saints.

Sanctuary was never afraid of having too many Saints and not enough Cloths.

Because throughout all these years, there had never been a Holy War in which all eighty-eight Saints fought together.

You could not become a Saint just because you wanted to, not even a Bronze Saint.

In the main plaza, several hundred Sanctuary foot soldiers were engaged in all kinds of training, hoping to awaken their Cosmo and advance into Bronze Saints.

George swept his gaze over the area and quickly found the Silver Saint Sharna, who was guiding her disciples in their training.

Gold Saints rarely took