บท 123: Choosing the fire

Wallace stood at the entrance of the grand temple, his avatar shimmering with the anticipation of the unknown journey ahead. 

The temple's towering gates loomed before him, ancient and imposing, promising a world teeming with immortal soul beasts beyond. 

As he stepped forward, ready to enter, he was abruptly halted by a figure materializing out of the shadows—a guardian, clad in ornate armor that gleamed with an otherworldly light.

"Halt, young cultivator," the guardian's voice was deep and resonant, echoing through the temple's vast hall. His stern gaze fixed on Wallace, and he raised a hand in a gesture of warning. "Before you proceed, heed my words carefully."