A deep, fathomless voice, like the murmuring of a demon, echoed through the great hall. All the old men dropped to their knees in profound worship, while a gleam of wild delight flashed through their eyes. Their god was about to return. Their god would lead them to conquer everything, destroy everything. They would make the Holy Mountain collapse, turn the Heavenly Temple into ruins, and utterly annihilate the gods of all other pantheons.
"Bring forth the Hall of Heroes. Then let these two little ones try their luck!" an aged, hoarse voice rang out.
In a pirate cave on the distant Black Spirit Continent, Lai Han and Si Na obeyed the Fox Clan elder's command and prostrated themselves devoutly upon the ground. Chanting the names of the gods they worshipped, they gathered every shred of their essence, energy, and spirit, carefully linking themselves to a wisp of soul fluctuation as fine as a spider's thread that came through the communication magic array.
Then the two young men of beastman royal blood felt their fragile souls become pitiful little sailboats. That threadlike soul fluctuation abruptly expanded, swiftly turning into stormy waves that swept up their souls and hurled them forward. After a bout of dizzying disorientation, before they could make sense of what had happened, they were already standing before a resplendent golden hall.
What a magnificent, majestic hall, brimming with an inconceivable sacred aura!
Tall steps surrounded the golden hall, and those steps were golden as well, forged from some unknown metal and polished as smooth as mirrors. Atop a base formed from 9,999 layers of stairs stood a square, golden hall.
The two beastman princes had never seen a hall built in such a style. On each of its four sides stood a thousand towering gates. Every gate