With One Qi Transforms Three Pure Ones, his two incarnations took the places of exactly two auxiliary soldiers from the Central Army Camp.
Within the Central Army Camp's ranks, those in the other shore realm were fit only to serve as auxiliary soldiers, even if they were Half-Saints.
What did it mean to be a Half-Saint? Long Qingyun had spent his entire life reaching no higher than that.
The procession advanced steadily. Dragon steeds trod silently through the air, and the Gilded War Chariot rolled over gray-white ruin dust, heading toward the heart of the Central Army Camp.
About an hour later, a dazzling barrier of light and shadow finally emerged at the far end of the void ahead.
That was the Central Army Camp's first checkpoint.
It lay far deeper within than the outskirts where Qin He had delivered his letter.
The checkpoint hung in the void. Rather than an ordinary camp gate, it was an enormous formation platform spanning ten thousand miles of void domain.
Countless silver threads of restrictions interwove into a net, winding and stacking in layer upon layer to weave an impenetrable barrier.
Divine soldiers stood in dense ranks on either side of the platform, their armor gleaming with a biting chill. Every guard was at least saint tier, their gazes sharp as blades as they surveyed every living being that passed.
Several divine guards stepped forward together, but upon recognizing the carriage, they quietly lowered the inspection artifacts they had already raised and adopted respectful postures.
"It's Deputy General Shen's Vanguard Camp escort detail," the guard captain instructed quietly. He raised a hand, signaling the cultivators behind him to step aside. "No inspection needed. Let them through."
A young guard beside him hesitated slightly and asked in a hushed voice, "Captain, today's regulations are