At the summit of the main peak of the Mountain of Hidden Weapons...
Qi the Old Freak was the first to arrive, and he was also the first to head toward that temple.
The temple had been built into the mountainside, fused as one with the entire Mountain of Hidden Weapons. It was lofty and imposing, cast entirely from some sort of metal, gleaming with the same radiance as the floor in the puppet battle-doll hall. Its walls were covered in reliefs of all manner of people and animals, each one steeped in an aura of mystery...
If those metal reliefs could be chiseled off the temple walls and brought to the surface, they would undoubtedly be priceless artistic treasures, worth a king's ransom. They would also be the most precious materials anthropologists and historians could ever hope for in researching ancient civilizations.
But here, they were merely reliefs.
Few of those who could reach this place cared about the artistic, academic, or research value of such things.
That was because those capable of coming here stood at the pinnacle of the human race. Their greatest traits were pragmatism and strength—they knew what mattered most to them.
It was too cold here. The temperature had nearly reached the absolute limit that living creatures could endure. Even Earth Knights who reached the summit had to activate their protective Battle Qi if they wanted to remain here a little longer.
The air here was even thinner as well. Being here gave one an involuntary sensation of suffocating in a vacuum.
More importantly, the reliefs on the temple walls were also one with the temple itself. They were not things one could simply take just because one wanted them.
The temple doors stood over ten meters tall, sealed shut without the slightest gap,