Chapter 300 - 158: This Is the Meat Found by the Mortal Realm, and Only the Mortal Realm Can Eat It

Chapter 300: Chapter 158: This Is the Meat Found by the Mortal Realm, and Only the Mortal Realm Can Eat It

It was simply because...

The various factions and common folk were running low on Ghost Stones.

The initial wealth accumulation had been incredibly fast, largely because everyone had some savings. Now, he had nearly bled them dry. People only had so many Ghost Stones, and they didn’t just appear out of thin air.

Normally.

According to his plan, he should have been preparing to advance into the Guanxi Plain to continue expanding the scope of his wealth gathering. But now, with the New Continent, his focus had shifted to its development.

After finishing all this, Chen Fan finally went to the nearby Wooden House to sleep. Once things here were on the right track, he planned to return to the Mortal Realm.

Some of the buildings in the Mortal Realm needed upgrading as well.

Faint snores soon followed.

Chen Fan hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a long time. Today, he was determined to sleep soundly.

「Inside New Continent Base One.」

Only the rustling sounds of the monkeys’ busy work could be heard.

Besides them...

...the continent was empty. It was a loneliness born of extreme, desolate emptiness. Lame Monkey, however, was quite used to it; he had experienced this feeling during the rainy season.

The unforgettable scene of being the only ones in the entire Jiangbei Wilderness, surrounded by continuous, gloomy rain, with nothing but Ghost Objects beyond the light of the Ghost Fire.

The monkeys were also well-adapted.

They had never seen other people on Hope Island.

And needless to say, the same went for Hey Hey.

For so many years, he had guarded Nameless Mountain alone and had hardly seen anyone.

And so...

...an environment that could easily drive a social creature to mental illness had no particular effect on Chen Fan and his companions. Aside from the exceptional quiet, they didn’t feel it was anything special.

...

An unknown amount of time passed.

"Domain Lord!"

"Domain Lord!"

In a daze, Chen Fan heard Wang Mazi shouting for him outside the window. Irritated, he burrowed his head under the covers and clamped a pillow over his ears.

You don’t feel it when you’re exhausted.

The moment you stop, you feel like you’re completely falling apart.

He hadn’t slept well for months. Being woken from a deep sleep naturally made him exceptionally irritable. Right now, he wanted to ignore everything and just get a good rest. Even if the sky were falling, it would have to wait until after he woke up.

Soon, the voice outside disappeared.

Just as Chen Fan was drifting back to sleep, a burning sensation suddenly flared in his chest, growing hotter and hotter.

WHIP.

Chen Fan violently threw off his covers, pulled the searing Sound Transmission Talisman from his robes and tossed it aside, got dressed, and walked to the entrance. He pulled the double doors open with both hands, his face devoid of expression as he looked at Wang Mazi standing at the entrance, flanked by dozens of neatly dressed members of the Commerce Pavilion.

"Domain Lord."

Wang Mazi hesitated, a little puzzled. "Did I... Did I disturb your sleep?"

"No."

Chen Fan looked up at the sky, which was just beginning to show the pale light of dawn. Clearly, the endless night had just receded, and the sun had not yet risen. The sky was in the midst of transitioning from night to day.

After a moment’s pause, he smiled.

"I was cultivating a Mental Method last night and got a bit carried away."

With that said, he seemed to fully wake up. He walked out of the house, leading Wang Mazi and his men to the Flying Ship parked nearby. "This is the Strategic Level Flying Ship I built for your Commerce Pavilion last night. It cost me a million Ghost Stones."

"Its maximum flight altitude is three thousand meters."

"Without activating the Godslaying Cannon, a full day of flight at top speed consumes 1,000 Ghost Stones. Its speed is comparable to a High-speed Rail, maybe even a little faster."

"Right now, there are 300,000 Ghost Stones on board, enough for you to travel for 300 days."

"Of course, that’s a different story if you use the Godslaying Cannon. Its consumption is significant, so try not to use it unless it’s an emergency."

"I’ve filled the Jiezimai Room in the ship cabin to the brim with Ghost Stones. It’s completely full and can’t hold anything else. Your mission is exploration, not hauling cargo."

"You can figure out the rest on your own."

Having said that, Chen Fan turned and walked back toward the Wooden House.

’I can’t take it anymore.’

’I really need to get some proper sleep. The past few months have nearly driven me insane with exhaustion. If I don’t get to sleep my fill this time, I might actually kill someone.’

...

Chen Fan had already left.

By the time the dumbfounded Wang Mazi and his group snapped out of it, Chen Fan was nowhere to be seen. But then, grinning from ear to ear, Wang Mazi waved his arm and bellowed for them to board the ship.

The excited members of the Commerce Pavilion scrambled up the rope ladder onto the Flying Ship.

Soon, the Flying Ship slowly ascended, turned around in mid-air like a true behemoth, and then shot off at incredible speed. It soared over one abandoned defensive line after another, heading toward the far reaches of the New Continent.

The Domain Lord had installed a Signal Tower at New Continent Base One.

Within a thousand li,

they could maintain contact with the base.

Beyond a thousand li,

they would lose the connection.

The path ahead was unknown, but also thrillingly terrifying.

"..."

Standing on the deck, Wang Mazi leaned over the railing, looking down at the ruined defensive lines flashing past below. This was the first time he had seen the New Continent up close during the day.

Those defensive lines, all reduced to ruins.

The countless Ghost Stones and pale Ghost Bones on the ground, buried under windblown sand.

It was proof.

Proof that this place was once an incredibly brutal battlefield.

An unimaginable number of people had died here.

Many years had passed, but time had not erased the evidence. As latecomers, they were now setting foot on this continent once more. The Flying Ship traveled high in the sky, speeding toward an unknown future.

Standing on the deck, Wang Mazi...

...spread one arm wide.

He felt the chill of the high altitude and the roaring wind on his face. In that moment, his spirit soared, and he felt an irrepressible urge to compose a poem.

It was the height of summer, yet the air up here was cool.

Not counting the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, this was the first time he had ever flown through the sky.