Martial Arts: I Have a Wilderness World

Chapter 637: Chapter 326: Hall of Ten Thousand Races; Relocating the Territory

After feeding the youth the Wilderness Beans, Cheng Zongyang looked at the unconscious boy, a myriad of thoughts racing through his mind.

He brought the youth into the Wilderness World and set him aside for the time being.

’Until I’ve dealt with the Teleportation Array, these two will have to stay in the Wilderness World, surviving on Wilderness Bean Water. I also hope I can learn more about the Shadow Alliance from Lin Changfeng later on.’

Next, Cheng Zongyang began to set up a new Teleportation Array.

Reef Island Number One was still intact after numerous setbacks, which brought him a sense of relief. The array here teleported to the cave in the Cultivation Immortality Realm, not directly into the Cheng Mansion’s basement, giving him room to maneuver.

Cheng Zongyang focused intently on setting up the backup Teleportation Array Number Two on the Lotus Leaf Magical Artifact. The sea breeze rustled his hair, and waves crashed against the Lotus Leaf Magical Artifact, creating a rhythmic sound, yet his mind was perfectly calm.

After setting up the new backup Teleportation Array, Cheng Zongyang put away the Dragon Bone Ship and used Teleportation Array Number One to travel to the cave stronghold in the Cultivation Immortality Realm.

Standing in the teleportation room, Cheng Zongyang looked at the array leading to the Cheng Mansion, and his steps faltered for a moment. ’I don’t know what the situation is at the Cheng Mansion in the County Town, but I know I can’t change anything there right now. It’s better to deal with Lin Changfeng first.’

He took a deep breath, turned, and entered the Wilderness World from the cave. As soon as he stepped into the Wilderness World, Cheng Zongyang was enveloped by a mysterious atmosphere. The new Hall of Ten Thousand Races seemed to contain an awe-inspiring power that naturally commanded reverence.

"Is this the Hall of Ten Thousand Races?"

Cheng Zongyang glanced at the interior of the grand hall, then walked outside and muttered to himself as he gazed at the magnificent palace.

Looking at the building, which was completely different from the little marketplace hut, he was filled with awe.

This eight-story Hall of Ten Thousand Races stood tall in the Wilderness, like a towering mountain peak, its magnificent aura inspiring awe and intimidation.

The transformation of the Hall of Ten Thousand Races hadn’t just changed the structure itself, but also much of its surroundings.

The base of the Hall of Ten Thousand Races was paved with enormous bluestone blocks, each one seemingly imbued with endless power, solid and imposing. Ancient runes and mysterious patterns were carved into these stones, as if recounting the vicissitudes of time and the weight of history.

The main structure shot up from the ground, reaching a height of several hundred feet. Its eight stories were stacked in a staggered, elegant arrangement, each with its own unique style and decoration. The lowest level was wide and massive.

Higher up, each successive story became more exquisite and ornate. Intricate patterns were carved into the railings, mysterious vines coiled around the pillars, and the roofs were covered in golden glazed tiles that glittered dazzlingly in the sunlight.

The roof of the Hall of Ten Thousand Races was octagonal, with a different sculpture standing on each corner. These sculptures varied in form—some were mighty divine beasts, some were solemn miniature Immortals, and others were mysterious symbols. They seemed to be guarding the Hall, while also displaying its majesty and sanctity to the world.

Cheng Zongyang walked back into the Hall of Ten Thousand Races. The massive main doors stood about fifty feet high, formed from two heavy, classical bronze doors. They were carved with exquisite motifs—dragons and phoenixes bringing prosperity, qilins offering good fortune, and Immortals dancing. Each image was so lifelike it seemed ready to leap off the doors.

Above the doors hung an enormous plaque, inscribed with four ancient, golden words: "Hall of Ten Thousand Races."

The calligraphy was powerful and majestic, as if written by the very hand of an Immortal.

The main hall was spacious and bright. The floor was paved with polished marble that reflected silhouettes as clearly as a giant mirror. The walls were inlaid with numerous special, self-luminous gems that cast a brilliant light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, bathing the entire hall in a dreamlike, fantastical glow.

Cheng Zongyang stood in the center of the hall and looked around, his heart filled with awe.

The feeling the Hall of Ten Thousand Races gave him was just like the shock he’d felt in his past life when he first visited the Little Western Heaven in Shanxi Xixian County. The architectural style of the Little Western Heaven was unique, famed for being small yet ingenious, and could be summarized as exquisite and wondrous. This Hall of Ten Thousand Races, in contrast, was grand and majestic, its spacious, bright interior exuding an air of mystery and authority.

Next, he went upstairs to look around. The outer corridors were incredibly spacious, allowing for easy movement. Their walls were also inlaid with glittering gems. The halls within, however, were self-contained spaces, giving them a sense of mysterious isolation.

Its overall functionality was no different than before. The only change was its appearance and decor; the new renovations made the Hall of Ten Thousand Races even more solemn, magnificent, and brilliantly radiant.

Instantly teleporting back to the first floor, Cheng Zongyang surveyed the empty layout and began to envision the rooms he would build.

The entire first floor covered an area of about five acres, a testament to the sheer size of the Hall of Ten Thousand Races. He frowned slightly, contemplating how to plan out this enormous space efficiently.

A moment later, Cheng Zongyang summoned Luo Dingran, Zhang Jinquan, Ding Xing, Luo Daoist, and the others.

Before long, everyone had gathered on the first floor. Cheng Zongyang looked at them and said grimly:

"On this first floor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Races, we need to transfer our main operations from the old design—the existing Alchemy Room, Cultivation Technique Room, Array Room, Spirit Plant Room, Beast Taming Room, and so on, will all be moved here. Everything must be meticulously planned. After all, we only get one chance to do this right."

Everyone nodded in understanding.

Luo Dingran brought out the prepared blueprints and said to Cheng Zongyang, "My Lord, the designs on these blueprints are on a much smaller scale. They’ll have to be scaled up."