When Fang Dongbai reached the other side, a battlefield steeped in endless killing intent filled his vision.
A colossal fortress stood there. High walls stretched outward from both sides, forming a vast network of intersecting, concentric ramparts.
The walls were packed with cultivator-soldiers, and the entire sky had been dyed blood-red.
Rumble!
Countless thunderous blasts rose beyond the walls ahead. The soldiers atop them unleashed attack after attack on the enemy outside.
The immense fortress spanned at least ten thousand miles in every direction.
The army quickly entered the fortress. Inside lay an enormous compressed space-time, crowded with countless clusters of buildings. It was practically a vast nation.
Everyone received an identity token and was assigned a place to live according to their cultivation.
Fang Dongbai looked at the blue identity token in his hand. It held one hundred True Coins, his starting funds.
True Coins were made of pure True Radiance. He could absorb them to replenish his strength or use them to perform various Sourceflow Grand Arts and True Script secret arts.
A stream of information came through the token, and he knew what he had to do next.
From this moment on, they were an auxiliary legion of the war fortress.
They would earn merit for killing enemies and taking part in each battle, then exchange that merit for True Coins.
True Coins would let them buy what they wanted within the fortress. After ten thousand years of service, they could gain the status of free, intelligent citizens of the True Realm.
Beyond that, they were forbidden from entering any part of the True Realm outside the battlefield.
Anyone who disobeyed would be executed on the spot.
Li Qing's true body received this information. His brow furrowed as he realized what they intended.
They meant to use