Chapter 372 - 169: Eternal Night Calendar, Year 380, Early July

Chapter 372: Chapter 169: Eternal Night Calendar, Year 380, Early July

The Eternal Night Continent had managed to hold on for so long.

A major reason was that Ghost Objects could only appear after eternal night fell. This gave people the entire day to rest, heal their wounds, and repair the defense lines.

If the Ghost Objects could also appear during the day,

the Eternal Night Continent wouldn’t last three days.

Defeat would be certain.

An unceasing Ghost Tide constantly surged against the defense lines. No fortification could withstand such high-intensity, frequent, tide-like attacks.

The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage continued deeper into the Guandong Plain.

It continuously laid down the High-speed Rail network and set up Signal Towers.

Until...

The time came.

Early in the seventh month of the Eternal Night Calendar.

Under the scorching sun, Chen Fan personally saw the No. 7 Defense Line.

...

He stepped down from the carriage.

His expression was solemn as he gazed at the distant No. 7 Defense Line. Its ends were out of sight, seeming to connect heaven and earth. Made entirely of thirty-meter-high Level 6 City Walls, its mere presence was incredibly oppressive.

In the Ancient Era,

the Jiangbei Defense Line had only been made of Level 4 City Walls.

His own Jiangbei Defense Line was currently only made of Level 5 City Walls.

This one was Level 6.

’A City Wall of this level would keep Jiangbei completely safe. This proves that the pressure on the Guandong Plain is far greater than on Jiangbei. One can only imagine the kind of Ghost Tide that could break through a defense line of this scale.’

Though he had never seen it with his own eyes,

but...

he could still imagine it.

But he knew this wasn’t enough. Even a defense line of Level 10 City Walls wouldn’t be enough. When the final battle came for the Eternal Night Continent, even a Level 10 defense line would not be sufficient to protect it.

The several defense lines on the New Continent had all been Level 10 City Walls.

But they had been completely overrun by the Ghost Tide.

It even forced the New Continent’s Celestial Dao to self-destruct, taking everything with it to clear the field.

This was why he worked almost without rest. There wasn’t much time left for him. He had to grow as much as possible during this period, to reach a sufficient level of strength. He wouldn’t have this much time later on.

"Domain Lord!"

Shao Qiu materialized out of thin air beside him, looking at Chen Fan with excitement. "You’re here! I’ll go find the person in charge of the No. 7 Defense Line to receive you. I haven’t told them my real identity yet."

They hadn’t seen each other in half a year.

Shao Qiu had become much more weathered and looked quite a bit older.

He had even grown a beard.

It was like he had become a different person.

"No need."

Standing beside the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, Chen Fan gazed at the distant No. 7 Defense Line. He could vaguely make out many people moving about at its base. He hadn’t seen this many people on his entire journey; they were all here.

He shook his head slightly.

"And don’t tell them your real identity, either. Just come with me."

Shao Qiu froze for a moment, then glanced hesitantly back at the No. 7 Defense Line before nodding. He quickly contacted the other Dark Pavilion members. He hadn’t even said goodbye to his friends—he’d made quite a few during his time here.

’Oh well. There will be other chances to see them again in the future.’

Chen Fan turned and went back into the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, preparing for the return journey.

He knew the importance of the No. 7 Defense Line.

But he didn’t want to meet with its person-in-charge. The time wasn’t right.

His power wasn’t great enough yet.

If he got too involved, it would be easy for the Eternal Night Hall to use him as a "blood bag."

He could defend Jiangbei. ℴ

He could even support the Guandong Plain, and contribute his strength to the entire Eternal Night Continent.

But being a blood bag? He’d rather not.

Once all the Dark Pavilion members had gathered, the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage began to speed toward the Guanxi Plain. It was time to go home. He had been away for too long this trip.

「Early seventh month, Year 380 of the Eternal Night Calendar.」

The tracks for the Mortal Realm High-speed Rail were successfully laid in every corner of the Guanxi Plain and the Guandong Plain.

And so—

the Mortal Realm’s influence expanded once more.

...

"..."

No. 7 Defense Line.

The middle-aged man, whose lower body had been severed at the waist, sat at a dining table. He stared at the two meals on the table without picking up his chopsticks, remaining silent for a long time. After an unknown while, the crowd around him began to thin.

The mealtime had already passed.

And there was still no sign of Shao Qiu.

Only then did he pick up his chopsticks and slowly start eating his own meal.

Usually,

that guy would always eat with him before nightfall. But he hadn’t come today, and the man had just learned that the group who arrived with him were also gone. He understood then: they had left.

The pressure from the Ghost Tides over the past six months must have become too much for the guy.

Especially with this year’s rainy season approaching.

The pressure weighing on everyone’s hearts was suffocating. Many people deserted every day, which was normal. It was especially normal for that guy to run, since he wasn’t even from Guandong.

But for some reason, today’s food didn’t seem as tasty as usual.

"Hey, Uncle Liu."

A young man came up to the table, brazenly picked up the unclaimed meal, and began shoveling it into his mouth. "Since that guy ran off, I’ll eat this! I wasn’t full anyway. A second helping is just what I needed."

The middle-aged man didn’t say anything, just kept his head down and ate his own food.

"Uncle Liu, have you noticed something strange? All the disabled people on the No. 7 Defense Line who were infected by Ghost Objects and had their bodies severed are all just upper bodies. It seems like you never see anyone who’s only a lower half. Isn’t that weird?"

The young man looked at Uncle Liu with a serious expression, his words muffled by a mouthful of food.