When the last trace of spirituality dimmed in the Werewolf's pupils, his shattered demigod Soul Body scattered into hundreds and thousands of streaks of Flowing Light. An open-air exhibition hall with a glass dome condensed from illusion into reality amid the Flowing Light, standing upon the Ancient Battlefield where blood flowed like rivers. Inside the exhibition hall hung all kinds of richly colored paintings—landscapes, portraits, religious works, every variety—but every painting inevitably contained wolves or werewolves. At times they seemed as savage as beasts, at times as civilized as humans, neither human nor beast, both human and beast. It was clear the painter, though a werewolf, had been born in a human-dominated civilized society, never able to shake off tribal consciousness yet yearning for a stronger civilization. That subconscious conflict and awkwardness were fully reflected in the paintings.
But inside this exhibition hall, whose style was so simple, pure, and elegant, there were three miracles thick with the stench of blood. The Jingguan "Beast Blood Boiling," piled from the skulls of warriors of every race; the warrior statue "Duel," composed of every weapon that had ever existed in history, from sharp swords to long spears; and a hanging tapestry, "Battlefield Curtain," woven from the scalps of warriors of every race and Void Creatures.
All three were Eternal Miracles built upon the Ancient Battlefield, crystallized spells that could activate without an artificer's Source Power. They were the eternity carved by God Lords after conquering Immortality!
Compared with Sword Law's Sword Rain Pool, the Ancient Battlefield did require a certain amount of time before it could enter a cycle of battle intent, but its upper limit was higher than the Sword Rain Pool's. If the Werewolf had been given a few more Minutes to brew battle intent, Ash had no doubt his