In the land of the Nine Yins, thousands of temples stood, and countless tribes of all sizes dotted the landscape.
War was an eternal theme here.
The mysterious explosion in the gloomy forest soon drew the attention of the Shadow Temple, the nearest temple to the site.
"Saintess, lead the Third Shadow Corps and quickly find out what caused the explosion."
"Yes, High Priest."
The flickering shadowflames illuminated the Shadow Saintess's breathtaking face, lending it the ancient beauty of a figure in a mural. After the lofty High Priest of the Shadow Temple returned to the inner sanctum, the Shadow Saintess's hymn of prayer grew more impassioned, and a gray halo formed above her head.
When the ritual ended, the Shadow Saintess rose to her feet.
Her lower body was that of a four-legged sika deer. With graceful steps, she made her way to where the Shadow Corps was stationed.
A group of centaurs had gathered there, carrying longbows and greatswords. The Shadow Saintess soon met the Third Shadow Corps' captain, Garrington.
He was a warrior of extraordinary renown.
He had lived far longer than most of the elders of the centaur tribe here, and had once ventured into the Starfield.
In the land of the Nine Yins, there were two dangerous regions that even evil gods dared not enter lightly.
One was the Nine Yins Underworld, said to be the beginning of the world and the origin of the Nine Yins.
The other was the Starfield, high above in the mist. It was a domain of civilization ruled by the micro-insect race, who controlled millions of celestial bodies of all sizes and wielded terrifying power.
The Nine Yins Underworld was an absolute forbidden zone. Nine out of ten who entered never returned.
The Starfield, on the other hand, was