The moment Jiang Chen, Bai Muchen, and Xiao Dong stepped onto the Sixth Floor, the weight of time pressed upon them.
Days had already passed since they first entered the Temple of Heaven and Earth.
Each battle, each floor, each endless clash of fists, steel, and Qi had been a baptism of blood and endurance.
But this floor was different.
As they stood in the center of a desolate, war-ravaged land, a single monumental throne loomed before them. Not just a seat, but a grave.
And on it sat the Fallen Wargod.
The Wargod of the Forgotten Era.
His body was a relic of war—towering, armored in dark, rusted steel covered in uncountable cracks and dents. His helmet obscured his face, but beneath it, two crimson eyes burned with undying fury. His very presence weighed upon the air, suffocating, oppressive, an indomitable will given form.
In his right hand, he held a colossal black battle axe, its edge still dripping with the blood of warriors long forgotten.
He had sat upon this throne for an eternity.
Waiting.
For challengers.
For warriors worthy of standing before him.
The moment they set foot upon the battlefield, those burning eyes locked onto them.
BOOOOM!
A pulse of power surged outward, shaking the entire floor. The very air cracked.
Then, a voice rumbled, ancient and full of finality.
"You who seek passage… prove your worth, or become my offering."
The Fallen Wargod rose from his throne.
The battle had begun.
Jiang Chen's golden-amber eyes narrowed. A single step from the Wargod had cracked the ground beneath him. His mere movement shattered the air.
Bai Muchen cracked his knuckles. "This guy… he's stronger than the others."
Xiao Dong grinned. "Good. I was getting bored."
BOOM!
The Wargod moved.
Not like the slow, lumbering giants they had fought before—no, he was fast.
In a blink, he crossed the battlefield. His battle axe descended like a meteor.
Jiang Chen's instincts screamed.
"Move!"
The three of them dodged just in time—
BOOOOOOM!
The axe collided with the earth.
A shockwave erupted, shattering stone, sending debris flying in all directions. The very land beneath them split apart from the impact.
Jiang Chen barely regained his footing before the Wargod's crimson gaze locked onto him.
Too late.
The colossal fist of the Wargod swung forward.
BANG!
Jiang Chen crossed his arms in defense—
CRACK!
The force sent him flying back, smashing through ruins, stone, and earth.
Xiao Dong's eyes widened. "Shit—Jiang Chen!"
But the Wargod wasn't done.
Bai Muchen roared forward, fists coated in golden energy.
"TITANBONE BREAKER!"
BOOOOOM!
His strike collided with the Wargod's chest.
A normal enemy would have been obliterated.
But the Fallen Wargod… didn't move.
Instead—
He gripped Bai Muchen's entire arm.
CRACK!
With one monstrous motion, he flung Bai Muchen across the battlefield, sending him crashing through massive stone pillars.
Xiao Dong's expression turned serious. "Alright, big guy, let's dance."
He vanished, his Madstorm Qi roaring.
Madstorm Rush!
BOOM!
Xiao Dong's fists struck like lightning.
One.
Two.
Three—
But the Wargod caught the fourth punch with a single hand.
Then, without hesitation—
BANG!
The Wargod headbutted Xiao Dong with the force of a falling star.
Blood sprayed.
Xiao Dong slammed into the earth, unmoving.
Jiang Chen staggered back to his feet, wiping blood from his lips. His Chaos Qi pulsed violently, his entire body screaming from the sheer force of that attack.
He looked up.
Bai Muchen was pushing himself out of the rubble, spitting out dust.
Xiao Dong groaned, dragging himself out of the crater.
And yet, the Wargod stood there, unscathed.
Jiang Chen exhaled. "He's… suppressing us. This floor—it's different."
Bai Muchen clenched his fists. "Tch… This is a real test."
Xiao Dong wiped blood from his mouth and grinned. "Guess we just have to hit harder."
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed. No.
Hitting harder wasn't enough.
This wasn't just an enemy.
This was a warrior.
An ancient warrior, one who had fought and won more battles than they could comprehend.
And that meant—
He had weaknesses.
Jiang Chen's golden-amber eyes sharpened. "We need to fight smart."
Bai Muchen cracked his knuckles. "Tactics, huh? Fine. What's the plan?"
Jiang Chen's Chaos Qi surged, his Starshadow Body activating.
"We divide him. Force him to split his focus."
Xiao Dong smirked. "Distract and destroy? That's my kind of plan."
The three warriors moved.
Xiao Dong attacked first.
He darted in and out of range, throwing precise, explosive strikes—never staying still.
The Wargod swung at him—but missed.
Bai Muchen followed next.
He struck from the opposite side, his Titanblood Physique giving him raw force. He didn't aim to kill—he aimed to push.
The Wargod's balance shifted.
And then Jiang Chen struck.
He appeared behind the Wargod, Starshadow Body fully active.
His hand pulsed with destruction.
"Heaven Sundering Chaos Palm!"
BOOOOOOM!
The impact tore through armor, cracked the Wargod's defense.
For the first time—
The Wargod stumbled.
Jiang Chen grinned. "Got you."
The Wargod let out a deep chuckle.
Not in anger.
Not in rage.
But in acknowledgment.
"You have learned well."
His battle axe vanished into golden light.
His crimson eyes dimmed.
Then, he knelt.
The battlefield fell silent.
The three warriors stood victorious.
And then—
The golden gateway to the Seventh Floor appeared.
Jiang Chen exhaled, lowering his fists. "This was only the Sixth Floor, but it already pushed us this hard."
Bai Muchen grinned. "That was a good fight."
Xiao Dong stretched. "Guess we passed."
The Wargod's voice rumbled one last time.
"Go forth, warriors. The trials ahead… will break all who are not worthy."
The next floor awaited.
And the Temple of Heaven and Earth had only just begun.