The altar was ancient and imposing, its surface covered in countless marks like those left by blades and axes. Every deep gouge seemed to bear the memory of a brutal battle.
At that moment, the altar's dull runes, long eroded by time, suddenly blazed with billions of dazzling streaks of blood-red light.
It was no warm radiance, but a thick, almost dripping blood-red glow.
Every activated rune seemed to burn with the purest battle intent, mingled with the blood essence of countless ancient experts.
An overwhelming stench of blood, enough to turn one's stomach, and a murderous intent capable of crushing stars surged skyward, forming a violent storm of energy that made the entire space groan and shudder.
Buzz!
The surging energy of the nine converged stars slammed violently into the altar's peak.
Space let out a groan under unbearable strain. It began to warp wildly and collapse inward.
Amid the interweaving and disintegration of blood-colored runes filling the sky, the outline of a colossal gate a hundred zhang tall struggled to coalesce and emerge, before finally taking shape with a thunderous crash!
This was no ordinary spatial gate.
Its frame was piled from countless broken, twisted, long-dimmed divine weapons and shattered fragments of ancient armor stained with blood.
Broken spears, shattered swords and shields, dragon-head pauldrons, breastplates crusted with dark brown blood...
They looked as though they had been ripped straight from the mud of the most brutal ancient battlefield. Caked onto them were the resentment, unwillingness, and frenzied will to kill that had never dried up over countless eons.
Vast, pure heroic battle intent mingled with boundless cries of death. Like a slumbering blood-red evil dragon awakening, it roared out from the depths of the enormous gate!
"The War Soul Ancient Path is open!"
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