I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

The Netherworld Palace camp was shrouded in eerie, ghostly mist.

A tall, thin young man, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes as dark as an abyss, toyed with a soul bead in his hand that was constantly wailing. This was none other than the Ghost King, Li Wanhun. Before him knelt the weakened Youquan Prince.

"Useless trash." Li Wanhun didn't even glance at Young Master Youquan, his voice icy. "You lost the Xuanming Realm-Breaking Cone, suffered heavy losses, and you still have the nerve to come back?"

Young Master Youquan trembled and dared not refute.

"However, that Qin Yuan... he managed to make that old ghost Xue Tu suffer a loss and seriously injure you, so he does have some skill." Li Wanhun licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. "His soul must be delicious... Pass the word down, within the War God Temple, keep a close eye on this person. I want him alive."

"Yes..." Young Master Youquan said in a low voice, his eyes filled with even more resentment.

Various parties are making moves, and undercurrents are surging.

All eyes were focused on the War God Temple, which was about to solidify completely.

The next day, early in the morning.

When the first unusual ray of light pierced through the bluish-gray sky and shone on the iron-gray earth.

"Buzz—!!!"

A tremendous buzzing sound, seemingly from the ancient primordial era, resounded throughout the entire Lesser Universe Realm, echoing across heaven and earth!

In the distance, the majestic temple forged from bronze and iron solidified completely, becoming a tangible reality! The heavy bronze gate slowly opened a crack inward! An endless, ancient, and chilling aura of war surged forth from the crack like a tidal wave!

The Temple of War is now officially open!

"Walk!"

"Charge!"

"The opportunity is right in front of us!"

In an instant, the countless cultivators gathered around the temple, like sharks smelling blood, transformed into torrents, rushing headlong toward the opened bronze gate!

Five major sects, hundreds of affiliated sects, and powerful rogue cultivators... a grand feast and fierce battle that brings together the most outstanding young geniuses of the Southern Continent has officially begun!

Qin Yuan exchanged glances with Liu Suifeng, Wu Zhan, Wen Yuan, and the others, and then made up his mind.

"Disciples of Taiyi, follow me into the hall!"

The crowd transformed into streaks of light, merging into the torrent rushing towards the temple.

The massive bronze gate slowly opened, revealing not the dimly lit palace as expected, but a distorted, blurred spatial vortex of shifting light and shadow, radiating intense spatial fluctuations and ancient pressure. The cultivators at the forefront were instantly swallowed by the vortex and vanished, like pebbles thrown into water.

Qin Yuan and the others from the Taiyi Immortal Sect exchanged glances, realizing that the War God Hall was indeed extraordinary, as entry was done via random teleportation. Liu Suifeng gave a final instruction: "Fellow junior brothers and sisters, please be careful! If you encounter any danger, contact us using the sect's secret talisman! We will meet at the 'War God Platform'!" With that, he transformed into a stream of light and plunged into the vortex.

Wu Zhan, Wen Yuan, and others also entered one after another.

Qin Yuan nodded slightly to Yun Qingyao: "Take care, Senior Sister."

"Junior brother too." A hint of concern flashed in Yun Qingyao's cold eyes before she also flew into the vortex.

Without further hesitation, Qin Yuan moved swiftly and followed closely behind.

The moment he stepped into the vortex, a powerful tearing force surged forth, even stronger than the teleportation at the entrance to the Lesser Universe Realm. The light and shadows before his eyes spun rapidly, and the very rules of space seemed to become disordered. Qin Yuan steadied his mind, and the Nine Revolutions Profound Origin Technique within his body automatically protected him. His Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul emitted a faint glow, firmly guarding his sea of ​​consciousness.

About three breaths later, the tearing force disappeared, and his feet landed on solid ground.

The sight before him made his eyes narrow slightly.

This was a vast, desolate Gobi desert. The sky was a somber, dark red, devoid of sun and moon, only blood-red clouds hanging low. The earth was cracked, littered with fragments of broken weapons, shattered banners, and… piles of white bones! The air was thick with the stench of rust and blood, and an inescapable, chilling atmosphere of battle. In the distance, the faint outlines of massive, mountain-like shattered statues and crumbling city walls could be seen.

This place resembles the ruins of an ancient battlefield, which has been entirely moved into the interior space of the Temple of War.

"Trial Battlefield..." Qin Yuan released his divine sense, only to find that the spatial suppression here was extremely strong, and his divine sense could only cover an area of ​​about ten miles. He could sense that there were many powerful auras scattered in this Gobi Desert. Some of them came from other cultivators, but most of them were a special existence that was cold, deathly silent, and full of killing intent—battle spirit puppets, or rather, guardians formed from the battlefield heroes left behind here.

His location appeared to be a relatively safe area, with no enemies detected for the time being. Qin Yuan did not act immediately, but instead observed the environment and sensed the rules of this place.

The spiritual energy here is extremely mixed, a blend of malevolent energy, bloodthirsty resentment, and fragmented battle intent, making it incredibly difficult to absorb and refine. An invisible "battle intent pressure" permeates the air, as if countless eyes are watching from the shadows, testing the will and courage of any intruder. Those with weak wills would likely suffer a mental breakdown if they lingered here too long.

Qin Yuan's Dao heart was firm, and his Nine Revolutions Nascent Soul was impervious to all evil, so this pressure had little effect on him.

He determined the direction and, based on the approximate location of the "War God Platform" given by Liu Suifeng, slowly made his way in one direction. He didn't rush to fly; in the unknown environment, it was more prudent to conduct a low-key exploration.

After traveling only a few miles, behind a huge pile of bones half-buried in the sand ahead, came the sounds of fierce fighting and fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Qin Yuan quietly approached and saw three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators dressed in the attire of a certain affiliated sect being besieged by five battle spirit puppets clad in tattered bronze armor, wielding rusted spears, and with ghostly blue soul flames burning in their eye sockets!

These puppets moved somewhat stiffly, but possessed immense strength and astonishing defense. The swings of their spears created sharp gusts of wind, and a fierce, battlefield-like killing intent assaulted their minds. The three cultivators coordinated fairly well, but their attacks only left shallow white marks on the puppets, failing to inflict any effective damage. Instead, they were forced into perilous situations.

"Senior brother, these ghostly things are impossible to kill!" a young cultivator shouted anxiously. One of his arms had been slashed by the spear's gale, and blood was flowing continuously.

"Form the Three Talents Formation, focusing on trapping them, and find an opportunity to escape!" the leading cultivator gritted his teeth, his face pale.

However, the five puppets pressed forward relentlessly, their formation tight, giving them no chance to escape.

After observing for a while, Qin Yuan roughly figured out the strength of these battle spirit puppets. They were roughly equivalent to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage to the early stage of the Divine Transformation stage. What was more troublesome was that they did not feel pain, were not afraid of death, and had sturdy bodies.

He didn't want to meddle, but the three cultivators were clearly on the verge of collapse. After a moment's thought, Qin Yuan decided to intervene. It wasn't out of kindness, but rather because he was new to this place and needed to understand the specific characteristics of these "guardians."