Warrior Temple, Southeast Fortress

That door was different from the ones before. The previous astral passages had only been narrow cracks, just wide enough for one person to pass through. But this door was complete, its two panels tall and heavy, carved with dense patterns of stars. Under the starlight, those patterns slowly flowed, as if they were alive.

A faint light seeped through the gap between the doors. It was not orange-yellow starlight, but a brighter white glow tinged with warmth.

Vassago reached out and pushed open the door.

Beyond the door was a brand-new world.

The sky was grayish yellow, the land barren, and in the distance, black columns of smoke shot straight into the clouds. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, along with a faint, indescribable scorched stench. It was the smell of war, the smell of death, the smell left behind after countless lives were extinguished in an instant.

The Warrior Temple had the largest numbers and the lowest entry threshold among the Six Great Temples, and it was also relatively the weakest in strength. But no one dared look down on its existence, because its strategic value was extremely high. The warriors who fought with their bodies and battle techniques were slightly inferior to knights at the same cultivation level, but every one of them was a soldier, their numbers were vast, and they never retreated. Along the long border defense line, it was these warriors who had built the first barrier with their flesh and blood.

The Temple headquarters was located in Southeast Fortress, adjacent to Jialing Pass, and was the major human stronghold closest to the Demon Race's central province. The fortress's architectural style was massive and rugged, filled with a primal sense of power. It did not value splendor or