Chapter 370 - 169: Eternal Night Calendar, Year 380, Early July.

Chapter 370: Chapter 169: Eternal Night Calendar, Year 380, Early July.

There were only Memory Stones.

The image quality of a Memory Stone wasn’t high. It couldn’t record a scene exactly as seen, resulting in a rather blurry image. This also meant that in this world, any scenery you saw, you would never see a second time.

And for that very reason, the landscapes untouched by Ghost Objects were all the more precious.

Work began when the phantom image of a Copper Pipe, formed from white lines, landed on the ground outside Fuyao City, rapidly solidifying before sinking into the earth.

The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage led the way, heading straight for the Guanxi Plain.

Behind it, a continuous line of Copper Pipes solidified and sank into the ground one after another.

...

「Three days later.」

The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage had already entered the Guanxi Plain, drawing crowds of onlookers wherever it went. They didn’t recognize the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage and had no idea whose vehicle it was, but they clearly remembered the Banner fluttering above the Dragon Carriage from the past few days.

No one dared to stop it.

Not even when the Mortal Realm began laying the Copper Pipes within their territory.

"..."

On the City Wall of a smaller city fortified by a Level 3 City Wall—the territory of the Xiaocao Royal Family—the family’s Patriarch watched with a complicated expression as the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage sped into the distance, followed by the continuous stream of Copper Pipes forming and sinking into the ground.

He knew the Mortal Realm was laying a High-speed Rail line.

It was just...

His family was also a line of Architects that regularly took on construction jobs, but he had never seen anyone build so fast. Furthermore... from the moment the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage entered his sight until it vanished, he hadn’t witnessed a single failure.

A Ghost Fire was considered the most basic of constructions.

No Architect would ever claim they couldn’t create a Ghost Fire.

But even with something as simple as a Ghost Fire, if you tried to create so many in one go, there were bound to be failures.

It was like writing.

Writing the numbers 1 through 10 was extremely simple.

But writing from 1 to 1000 without a single mistake? Out of a hundred people, ninety couldn’t do it. Even if the task sounded simple, humans are creatures that make mistakes. How could anyone possibly complete the entire process with zero errors?

’It defies all logic.’

The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, flying the Mortal Realm Banner high, brazenly laid its High-speed Rail network across the Guanxi Plain. Yet no one dared to obstruct it, let alone try to sabotage it, especially when the network approached their own territory.

These factions would even grow anxious and spontaneously organize people to guard the line, terrified that someone might come and destroy it.

’What if it gets damaged, and we’re the ones who get blamed?’

After all, the High-speed Rail line was within their sphere of influence.

Enough time had passed for Memory Stones documenting the events at the Heaven-Hating Sect to circulate throughout the entire Guanxi Plain. Any faction that had witnessed the scene firsthand would not want to offend the Mortal Realm—unless they were truly out of their minds.

Until...

Time trickled by, and soon it was the end of May.

From late March to the end of May.

For those two months, Chen Fan hadn’t returned to the Mortal Realm once, staying in the Guanxi Plain to lay down his High-speed Rail lines and Signal Towers.

...

"Whew..."

Chen Fan stepped off the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage and wearily tapped his own shoulders. He was about to lose his mind, so exhausted he could barely catch his breath.

This place was Zhen Ghost Pass.

The junction between the Guanxi Plain and the Guandong Plain.

He looked back at the Guanxi Plain behind him. Though exhausted, he couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.

’The results are pretty good.’

The basic framework for the High-speed Rail network in the Guanxi Plain was complete. The Logistics Pavilion had been following behind, making repairs and reinforcing the foundations. In just a few more days, the High-speed Rail in the Guanxi Plain could officially open for service.

Then, he looked up at the ruins of the defense line not far ahead. A defense line had once stood here on the Ancient Battlefield, separating the Guanxi Plain from the Guandong Plain, and it was also called Zhen Ghost Pass.

Of course, it was now completely deserted.

The sides of the ruins were lined with numerous vendors and a few inns that had opened for business.

"Sir."

A Xiao Er scurried over, his face full of anticipation. "Sir, I can tell you’re an extraordinary man just by your presence. Are you here specifically to watch the Ghost Fights?"

Chen Fan waved his hand dismissively without saying much. The Mortal Realm Members behind him immediately understood, stepping forward with blank expressions to stand in front of the Xiao Er, preventing him from speaking further.

"No. 7 Defense Line..."

He stood his ground, his gaze passing over Zhen Ghost Pass toward the Guandong Plain further south as he murmured in a daze.

He had already received the message Shao Qiu had sent back.

The Guandong Plain had nearly fallen during the last rainy season. In the end, the Eternal Night Hall had sent people who, using some special means, nearly wiped out the Ghost Tide that had invaded the plain. At dawn the next day, they had repaired the No. 7 Defense Line at any cost, which was the only reason the Guandong Plain hadn’t fallen completely.

But...

Because it was in a state of semi-collapse, some Ghost Objects could move about freely during the day in certain areas of the Guandong Plain.

This had given rise to the spectator sport of Ghost Fights.

If the Guandong Plain were to fall completely, then all Ghost Objects that set foot on it would be able to move freely during the day.

He was paying close attention to the No. 7 Defense Line.

After all—

The No. 7 Defense Line didn’t just protect the Guandong Plain; it also protected his rear in Jiangbei. If the No. 7 Defense Line were to fall completely, there would be no defensive line between the Guandong Plain and Jiangbei. A massive Ghost Tide would surge north unimpeded, crashing into Jiangbei.

According to Shao Qiu’s message, the situation on the Eternal Night Hall’s front was dire, and they no longer had the strength to reinforce the No. 7 Defense Line. If the No. 7 Defense Line were breached again during this rainy season, then... it might truly fall for good.