Trade

"Qiangu Dongfeng? What was he doing here?"

Yu Guanzhi and Guan Yue exchanged a glance, both frowning slightly.

After a brief pause, Yu Guanzhi quickly swiped across his wristband. "Let him in."

The short command was sent out, and almost instantly, the wristband returned a confirmation: "Yes."

West Mountain, where the War God Temple stood, resembled an ancient bronze sword thrust straight into the clouds, rising proudly more than four thousand meters above the Ming Capital Suburbs.

This fortress, which housed the Federation's greatest military strength, had incorporated the combined wisdom of the finest Soul Tool experts from the very beginning of its construction.

Around the mountain range, hundreds of sophisticated Soul Tools stood like tireless sentries. Equipped with the most advanced detection systems, they wove an invisible warning net through the skies and ground within a hundred li. No unusual Soul Power fluctuation or sign of life could escape their surveillance.

At the foot of the mountain, the elite troops of the Central Legion stood ready in strict formation. Their tents stretched endlessly, while the cold gleam of standard-issue soul weapons flickered beneath the sunlight, proclaiming the military deterrence of this untouchable place.

Within the mountain itself, five-meter-thick walls of high-density alloy formed layer upon layer. Forged from a fusion of Rare Metal and special Soul Tool materials, these walls possessed not only astonishing physical resistance but also effectively blocked the penetration of Soul Power.

Even the most powerful siege Soul Cannon, bombarding them continuously, could only leave faint scorch marks on the surface.

Under such airtight defenses, the elevator at the summit that led directly to the War God Temple's core became the only "living gate."

"Creak, creak—"

The mechanical grinding of gears shattered the silence as the soul elevator atop the mountain slowly descended.

When the heavy