The enormous platform was deserted.
On the tracks that could accommodate hundreds of trains at once, as Ye Qiyan put his train into Matrix Space, the station once again settled into utter silence.
Aimee guided Ye Qiyan to a golden gate over a hundred meters tall, engraved with exquisite symbols.
At the center of the enormous gate, a face filled with compassion slowly opened its eyes.
It lowered its gaze, sweeping over Ye Qiyan and Aimee.
It opened its mouth and spoke in a voice as resonant as a bell atop a mountain.
"Greetings, traveler from afar. Welcome to Mooncore Arena."
"This place, the realm of inscription."
"Proceed to Cloudmoon City."
"Please be sure to obey the rules. If you engage in conflict within Cloudmoon City and are discovered, your consecutive win count will be reduced."
"Within Cloudmoon City, no races may ostracize one another. If discovered, your consecutive win count will be reduced."
"If there is a dispute, you may choose a fight to the death. The soul of the deceased belongs to the great Flower of the Underworld, Lady Eris."
"Guide, Aimee, fortunate one. You are the only intermediate Guide who possesses a name. You will take over from here. Information transfer-"
A mote of golden light landed on Aimee's forehead.
Her mind immediately received a vast amount of information.
Ahead, the enormous gate opened.
The face split apart down the middle.
The mouth spoke one last time.
"Welcome, honored Profaner."
As the voice faded, the sight beyond the gate was exactly what Ye Qiyan had seen through Pride's perspective.
Different races lived in harmony, and different forms of life coexisted here.
Profaner, huh.
Ye Qiyan chuckled inwardly.
He had used the Blasphemy Card in the Star Core Level arena, an item that might belong to the most