I Build Shelters in the Eternal Night - Chapter 103
Chapter 103: “Let the Darkness Fall as Scheduled!”
Translation by: Weebsread๐น
Wang Mazi’s elation faded the instant he caught the cold, scrutinizing stares of Monkey, Zhou Mo, and the others. He scratched his nose sheepishly, his earlier joy halved.
“Um…”
“Station Master, this carriage is for your exclusive use. Even if we built another, how could I possibly ride in the same one as you?”
“When the Merchant Association travels, we represent the reputation of our Fan Gate. We can’t afford to appear weak—we must present ourselves with dignity.”
Chen Fan smiled, waving away his concerns.
At that very moment—
Far away, dawn barely touched the horizon of the Jiangbei Wasteland, but the land still lay swathed in unending darkness.
Inside a shadow-drenched palace, a man in a tattered cloak knelt, pressing his forehead to the cold floor in submission. Yet, the wild spinning of the crimson triangles in his eyes betrayed the violence brewing within.
Darkness swallowed everything around him.
Only the drifting scarlet Ghost Eyes floated in the gloom, one to each side of the throne.
At length—
A faint, spectral voice echoed from above: “So, you have finally found me. Since you have chosen to submit, I will bestow upon you a Mountain Remnant Seed to aid your breakthrough to Ghost King.”
“And furthermore…”
“I hear you sent men to the Nameless Mountain?”
The kneeling figure paused, then rasped, “Yes. My old subordinate Qianhu led his forces to Nameless Mountain. They perished quickly. No news returned—total annihilation.”
“Heh.”
A cold snort resounded from the darkness. “Nameless Mountain is the former domain of that one. Though they departed a hundred and eighty years ago, it is not something you can covet. Frankly, a year ago I dispatched troops there myself—several times.”
“I discovered a beast of unimaginable power guards the Nameless Mountain.”
“Likely a contingency left by that one.”
“And then—”
“Last time, I sent three elite squads. One risked everything to lure the beast away. The other two slipped into the Sinkhole, seeking that one’s legacy. I suppose it does no harm for you to know the result.”
“Instant death.”
“The battle lasted a mere heartbeat. No information returned. The life tokens of both squads shattered at the exact same moment.”
“Since then, I have not dared covet the Nameless Mountain again.”
“It is beyond my reach, and certainly beyond yours.”
“You have submitted—do not squander your life so carelessly.”
“Go.”
“Break through to Ghost King during the Rainy Season. Let the world know—a new Ghost King is about to be born!”
“Let the darkness fall as scheduled.”
“As one of my four Ghost Kings, bring terror and despair to the feeble ants cowering behind city walls!”
A Mountain Remnant Seed drifted down before the kneeling man.
He tucked it into his robe, pressed his cheek to the ground once more, then rose and withdrew from the palace. The moment he stepped outside, his expression hardened as he strode into the surrounding gloom.
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened.
Damn it, that was supposed to be his line!
If not for that damned human, he would never have bowed to this fool.
He sought to break through to Ghost King to claim his own fate—not to become another’s dog.
He had lied just now.
Before Qianhu died, he had sent a final report.
At the bottom of the Sinkhole, humans had established a fortified camp: Level 3 city walls, over twenty Level 5 Gun Towers, and a means to quickly repair their defenses.
They used the Sinkhole as bait.
Once all entered, a wall would rise at the gorge’s mouth, sealing the escape route—nearly impossible to breach.
And that contingency left by that one? Most likely, it now belonged to the human camp.
It made sense.
That one was human—what was left behind would not so easily fall to Ghostbeasts.
His next step was clear.
At the end of the Rainy Season, he would break through to Ghost King and storm the Nameless Mountain.
Destroy the camp, seize the contingency, and build his own foundation.
He would make this fool who forced him to kneel lick his boots in turn!
Just then—
The “Qianxi” life token in his robe trembled faintly. A message swiftly appeared on the Ghosthide before him.
“King,
Last night, a Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide erupted in the Jiangbei Wasteland. To the west, Pingcheng has fallen, its people slaughtered. We have already used the blood of Pingcheng’s dead and the Ghoststones and materials we brought to establish the foundation of the Blood Sacrifice grand array.
However—
With Qianhou and Qianhu dead, our resources are insufficient. We still lack 20,000 Ghoststones, some Ghost materials, and above all, a Mountain Remnant Seed to serve as the array’s core.”
Upon receiving the message—
“Good, good, good!”
“Truly, heaven aids me!”
He could not help but exclaim three times, the crimson triangles in his eyes spinning with excitement. Qianhou’s death had made breaching the city difficult, but the Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide had conveniently destroyed Pingcheng for him!
Now he could use the lives of Pingcheng’s people to lay down the Blood Sacrifice grand array with ease.
He replied at once, his voice deep and cold:
“I have obtained the Mountain Remnant Seed. In a few days, Qianxi will bring enough Ghoststones and Ghost materials to the Jiangbei Wasteland to meet you. Stay clear of the Nameless Mountain—the human camp there is not to be underestimated. After I break through to Ghost King, I will personally lead our forces there.”
“In ten days, I will arrive at the Jiangbei Wasteland with the Mountain Remnant Seed at the end of the Rainy Season.”
“Break through to Ghost King. Marry Qiuhui.”
“Let the darkness fall as scheduled!”
Today was the eighteenth day of the Rainy Season.
The Rainy Season typically lasted thirty days.
There was some fluctuation, but never less than twenty-eight. Ten days would be just enough.
Time slipped by in a blink.
Seven days passed.
Now it was the twenty-fifth day of the Rainy Season—nearing its end.
It was mid-afternoon, the sky already dimming toward dusk.
“Already spent it all?”
Chen Fan sat atop the city wall, gazing out over the opposite side of the Gorge, a sigh escaping him. In recent days, he’d received three enormous windfalls:
Qianhu’s military supplies.
The latrine pits of Weiwei’s parents.
The opportunity brought by the Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide.
With these, the camp’s wealth had soared—at one point, they’d held nearly a hundred thousand Ghoststones!
But…
Easy come, easy go.
In the past seven days, Weiwei had tirelessly tunneled through the Gorge’s rock walls, completing all interior passages.
They had erected a hundred Level 5 Gun Towers, placing them high above in the Gorge’s cliffs.
Now—
The heights on both sides of the Gorge boasted a total of 140 Level 5 Gun Towers. The Sinkhole’s surrounding walls had 38 more. The Level 3 city wall before Cave #1 was now guarded by nine Level 5 Gun Towers and a single Level 6 Ghost-Eye Gun Tower.
Every resource was spent.
But in exchange, they had forged a near-perfect “Meat Grinder” defense.
It was no exaggeration.
Anyone entering the Gorge would step straight into his field of fire.
Normally, these towers lay hidden in the mountains, nearly impossible to spot. But once battle began, they would reveal themselves and unleash devastation.
Now, only a little over ten thousand Ghoststones remained.
He could not afford to spend more.
He had to save the rest for emergencies.
Beyond the walls, the endless rain drummed chill and dread into every heart, the air growing colder by the hour.
On the wall—
Chen Fan lounged in his rocking chair, a small brazier burning before him, cradling a rough ceramic bowl filled with steaming pickled vegetable and tofu soup.
A few days earlier, he’d acquired a Ghost-plant—
Called “Soybean.”
It offered no special effects, but it tasted excellent.
Qi Chong’s skill had transformed the beans into tofu, which he simmered with pickled vegetables into a fragrant, warming soup.
The broth still bubbled, steam curling upward.
Chen Fan picked up his chopsticks, sliced off a chunk of tofu, dipped it in a simple sauce, blew on it, and popped it into his mouth.
“Ha…”
He opened his mouth to cool the scalding tofu, eyes narrowing in pleasure.
Delicious.
The dipping sauce was nothing fancy—just chili powder and coarse salt—but it was perfect.
The pickled vegetables, marinated for ages until dark brown and finely chopped, were salty, chewy, and satisfyingly crisp with each bite.
He raised his bowl, sipping the soup.
Heat rushed down his throat into his stomach, spreading warmth to every frozen limb.
“Comforting.”
Chen Fan exhaled a long breath of white steam, set down his bowl and chopsticks, and leaned back in his chair, humming softly as he watched Zhou Mo practicing his blade in the rain outside the wall.
“After a bowl of pickled vegetable tofu soup, even an emperor couldn’t compare to me.”
The weather continued to chill.
If only he had a pot of pork and vermicelli stew…
Fragrant pork, soft noodles, tender cabbage, a sprinkle of dried chili powder, and a few plump steamed buns—just picturing it made his mouth water.
Unfortunately—
Camp supplies couldn’t stretch that far. He’d have to do without.
Just then—“Hah!”
Zhou Mo, training in the rain beyond the wall, suddenly gave a shout. The repeated chopping motion he’d drilled countless times suddenly became fluid as water. In that instant—
Zhou Mo seemed to forget his arm, his blade, even himself, relying only on the muscle memory forged through relentless practice and the grit deep in his soul. He swung the blade once more!
—
A sharp, unfamiliar sound split the air.
The curtain of rain parted.
For a brief moment, the falling rain ahead was slashed open.
A cold, silvery blade-light burst from Zhou Mo’s sword, slicing through the rain and vanishing several meters away.
Only then did Zhou Mo recover from his trance, staring in disbelief at the broadsword the Station Master had given him. His eyes reddened as he looked up at Chen Fan on the wall and rasped:
“Station Master, I did it!”
“My Severing Water Blade Technique finally succeeded!”
“Well done!”
Chen Fan, who had witnessed everything from atop the wall, stood and applauded with a smile, eyes shining with wonder. In both his lives, this was the first time he’d seen such a feat.
Just like a true master, Zhou Mo could now unleash blade energy with a single swing.
Thanks to the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion and Sunflower, Zhou Mo—who had been stuck for years—had recently broken through to Level 3 Practitioner. He had been practicing the Severing Water Blade Technique in the rain day after day.
Now, at last, he had reached the beginner’s threshold.
Though it was merely the first of six stages—Beginner, Proficient, Expert, Mastery, Perfection, Great Perfection—he could finally execute the Severing Water Blade.
“Enough with the rain. Try it on the city wall—see how powerful it is.”
“Alright!”
Zhou Mo nodded eagerly, taking a deep breath. He recalled his childhood dream of becoming a wandering swordsman, the wasted years, and now, wielding the Severing Water Blade Technique at last.
A surge of pride filled him.
He gathered his qi into his dantian, poured all his pent-up frustration into the blade, and his eyes flashed.
He unleashed the Severing Water Blade with all his might!
He stepped forward, veins bulging at his neck, and roared as he struck the city wall beside him.
A pale blue arc of light shot from his blade, slamming into the wall. This strike was even more forceful than the last—Zhou Mo gained fresh insight on the spot, deepening his grasp of the technique.
But…
The blade energy struck the wall head-on—
And not a single stone chipped.
Chen Fan stood in silence for a moment, then flicked his sleeve. A phantom city wall, formed of white lines, appeared on the Sinkhole’s floor. “Level 3 city wall is too much. Try this Level 1 wall.”
“Alright!”
Zhou Mo was undaunted. He steadied his breath and unleashed another pale blue arc!
This time, stone chips flew.
A fist-deep gash appeared on the Level 1 city wall—but judging by Zhou Mo’s labored breathing, he would not be able to unleash a second blade energy anytime soon…
“Not bad at all.”
Chen Fan nodded in approval. The power was respectable, though still far from breaking a true wall. Still, if he himself took that strike, he’d be split in two without question.
The sky grew dark.
Eternal Night slowly blanketed the world.
“The Rainy Season is nearly over.”
Chen Fan fiddled with the jade ring on his finger, opened the gate to let Zhou Mo back into camp, then headed for his wooden hut to sleep.
When the Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide struck, tens of thousands of Ghoststones had dropped—but only two Treasures.
One was the Ghost Eye.
He had used it to upgrade the Level 6 Ghost-Eye Gun Tower.
The other was the jade ring now on his hand.
“Treasure Name”: Jade Ring.
“Treasure Grade”: White Grade.
“Treasure Effect”: Single-use Treasure. When someone harbors intense murderous intent toward you, the ring heats up and shatters.
Just like the Ghosthide crafted by Qiuhui, it had become one of his constant companions.
“The Rainy Season is ending.”
Standing in his wooden hut, Chen Fan gazed at the “Eternal Night Calendar” carved into the wall, murmuring to himself. With the close of the Rainy Season, Fan Gate would finally make its official debut. Everything he’d prepared was for this day’s breakout.
He would soon face the greatest crisis since arriving in this world.
He had done all he could to fortify the camp.
But—
Whether they could withstand a Ghost King—he had little confidence.
He did not know the depths of a Ghost King’s power, but he had done his utmost. If it was not enough, so be it.
If he lost, he would accept it.
Such was fate.
But if he won, he would seize the chance to truly rise, and Fan Gate’s name would resound throughout Jiangbei.
Jiangbei Fan Gate!
His Imperial Dragon Chariot would thunder across Jiangbei, flying the banner of Fan Gate.
His name would echo throughout the land.
All would know Chen Fan.
Let Fan Gate descend as scheduled.
Jiangbei Wasteland, Pingcheng.
Ruins sprawled as far as the eye could see.
The city wall bordering the Jiangbei Wasteland had been utterly destroyed. Viscous green fluids spattered the rubble, and rooftops and streets within the city were glazed with a sticky film.
Night fell.
Darkness devoured Pingcheng.
The glow from the Natural Ghostfire zone still illuminated the city as always.
But tonight—
No soldiers patrolled the city walls, no cries or clangor of battle disturbed the silence. Only deathly stillness reigned, heavy with the stench of blood and corpses.
Translation by: Weebsread๐น
Wang Mazi’s elation faded the instant he caught the cold, scrutinizing stares of Monkey, Zhou Mo, and the others. He scratched his nose sheepishly, his earlier joy halved.
“Um…”
“Station Master, this carriage is for your exclusive use. Even if we built another, how could I possibly ride in the same one as you?”
“When the Merchant Association travels, we represent the reputation of our Fan Gate. We can’t afford to appear weak—we must present ourselves with dignity.”
Chen Fan smiled, waving away his concerns.
At that very moment—
Far away, dawn barely touched the horizon of the Jiangbei Wasteland, but the land still lay swathed in unending darkness.
Inside a shadow-drenched palace, a man in a tattered cloak knelt, pressing his forehead to the cold floor in submission. Yet, the wild spinning of the crimson triangles in his eyes betrayed the violence brewing within.
Darkness swallowed everything around him.
Only the drifting scarlet Ghost Eyes floated in the gloom, one to each side of the throne.
At length—
A faint, spectral voice echoed from above: “So, you have finally found me. Since you have chosen to submit, I will bestow upon you a Mountain Remnant Seed to aid your breakthrough to Ghost King.”
“And furthermore…”
“I hear you sent men to the Nameless Mountain?”
The kneeling figure paused, then rasped, “Yes. My old subordinate Qianhu led his forces to Nameless Mountain. They perished quickly. No news returned—total annihilation.”
“Heh.”
A cold snort resounded from the darkness. “Nameless Mountain is the former domain of that one. Though they departed a hundred and eighty years ago, it is not something you can covet. Frankly, a year ago I dispatched troops there myself—several times.”
“I discovered a beast of unimaginable power guards the Nameless Mountain.”
“Likely a contingency left by that one.”
“And then—”
“Last time, I sent three elite squads. One risked everything to lure the beast away. The other two slipped into the Sinkhole, seeking that one’s legacy. I suppose it does no harm for you to know the result.”
“Instant death.”
“The battle lasted a mere heartbeat. No information returned. The life tokens of both squads shattered at the exact same moment.”
“Since then, I have not dared covet the Nameless Mountain again.”
“It is beyond my reach, and certainly beyond yours.”
“You have submitted—do not squander your life so carelessly.”
“Go.”
“Break through to Ghost King during the Rainy Season. Let the world know—a new Ghost King is about to be born!”
“Let the darkness fall as scheduled.”
“As one of my four Ghost Kings, bring terror and despair to the feeble ants cowering behind city walls!”
A Mountain Remnant Seed drifted down before the kneeling man.
He tucked it into his robe, pressed his cheek to the ground once more, then rose and withdrew from the palace. The moment he stepped outside, his expression hardened as he strode into the surrounding gloom.
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened.
Damn it, that was supposed to be his line!
If not for that damned human, he would never have bowed to this fool.
He sought to break through to Ghost King to claim his own fate—not to become another’s dog.
He had lied just now.
Before Qianhu died, he had sent a final report.
At the bottom of the Sinkhole, humans had established a fortified camp: Level 3 city walls, over twenty Level 5 Gun Towers, and a means to quickly repair their defenses.
They used the Sinkhole as bait.
Once all entered, a wall would rise at the gorge’s mouth, sealing the escape route—nearly impossible to breach.
And that contingency left by that one? Most likely, it now belonged to the human camp.
It made sense.
That one was human—what was left behind would not so easily fall to Ghostbeasts.
His next step was clear.
At the end of the Rainy Season, he would break through to Ghost King and storm the Nameless Mountain.
Destroy the camp, seize the contingency, and build his own foundation.
He would make this fool who forced him to kneel lick his boots in turn!
Just then—
The “Qianxi” life token in his robe trembled faintly. A message swiftly appeared on the Ghosthide before him.
“King,
Last night, a Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide erupted in the Jiangbei Wasteland. To the west, Pingcheng has fallen, its people slaughtered. We have already used the blood of Pingcheng’s dead and the Ghoststones and materials we brought to establish the foundation of the Blood Sacrifice grand array.
However—
With Qianhou and Qianhu dead, our resources are insufficient. We still lack 20,000 Ghoststones, some Ghost materials, and above all, a Mountain Remnant Seed to serve as the array’s core.”
Upon receiving the message—
“Good, good, good!”
“Truly, heaven aids me!”
He could not help but exclaim three times, the crimson triangles in his eyes spinning with excitement. Qianhou’s death had made breaching the city difficult, but the Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide had conveniently destroyed Pingcheng for him!
Now he could use the lives of Pingcheng’s people to lay down the Blood Sacrifice grand array with ease.
He replied at once, his voice deep and cold:
“I have obtained the Mountain Remnant Seed. In a few days, Qianxi will bring enough Ghoststones and Ghost materials to the Jiangbei Wasteland to meet you. Stay clear of the Nameless Mountain—the human camp there is not to be underestimated. After I break through to Ghost King, I will personally lead our forces there.”
“In ten days, I will arrive at the Jiangbei Wasteland with the Mountain Remnant Seed at the end of the Rainy Season.”
“Break through to Ghost King. Marry Qiuhui.”
“Let the darkness fall as scheduled!”
Today was the eighteenth day of the Rainy Season.
The Rainy Season typically lasted thirty days.
There was some fluctuation, but never less than twenty-eight. Ten days would be just enough.
Time slipped by in a blink.
Seven days passed.
Now it was the twenty-fifth day of the Rainy Season—nearing its end.
It was mid-afternoon, the sky already dimming toward dusk.
“Already spent it all?”
Chen Fan sat atop the city wall, gazing out over the opposite side of the Gorge, a sigh escaping him. In recent days, he’d received three enormous windfalls:
Qianhu’s military supplies.
The latrine pits of Weiwei’s parents.
The opportunity brought by the Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide.
With these, the camp’s wealth had soared—at one point, they’d held nearly a hundred thousand Ghoststones!
But…
Easy come, easy go.
In the past seven days, Weiwei had tirelessly tunneled through the Gorge’s rock walls, completing all interior passages.
They had erected a hundred Level 5 Gun Towers, placing them high above in the Gorge’s cliffs.
Now—
The heights on both sides of the Gorge boasted a total of 140 Level 5 Gun Towers. The Sinkhole’s surrounding walls had 38 more. The Level 3 city wall before Cave #1 was now guarded by nine Level 5 Gun Towers and a single Level 6 Ghost-Eye Gun Tower.
Every resource was spent.
But in exchange, they had forged a near-perfect “Meat Grinder” defense.
It was no exaggeration.
Anyone entering the Gorge would step straight into his field of fire.
Normally, these towers lay hidden in the mountains, nearly impossible to spot. But once battle began, they would reveal themselves and unleash devastation.
Now, only a little over ten thousand Ghoststones remained.
He could not afford to spend more.
He had to save the rest for emergencies.
Beyond the walls, the endless rain drummed chill and dread into every heart, the air growing colder by the hour.
On the wall—
Chen Fan lounged in his rocking chair, a small brazier burning before him, cradling a rough ceramic bowl filled with steaming pickled vegetable and tofu soup.
A few days earlier, he’d acquired a Ghost-plant—
Called “Soybean.”
It offered no special effects, but it tasted excellent.
Qi Chong’s skill had transformed the beans into tofu, which he simmered with pickled vegetables into a fragrant, warming soup.
The broth still bubbled, steam curling upward.
Chen Fan picked up his chopsticks, sliced off a chunk of tofu, dipped it in a simple sauce, blew on it, and popped it into his mouth.
“Ha…”
He opened his mouth to cool the scalding tofu, eyes narrowing in pleasure.
Delicious.
The dipping sauce was nothing fancy—just chili powder and coarse salt—but it was perfect.
The pickled vegetables, marinated for ages until dark brown and finely chopped, were salty, chewy, and satisfyingly crisp with each bite.
He raised his bowl, sipping the soup.
Heat rushed down his throat into his stomach, spreading warmth to every frozen limb.
“Comforting.”
Chen Fan exhaled a long breath of white steam, set down his bowl and chopsticks, and leaned back in his chair, humming softly as he watched Zhou Mo practicing his blade in the rain outside the wall.
“After a bowl of pickled vegetable tofu soup, even an emperor couldn’t compare to me.”
The weather continued to chill.
If only he had a pot of pork and vermicelli stew…
Fragrant pork, soft noodles, tender cabbage, a sprinkle of dried chili powder, and a few plump steamed buns—just picturing it made his mouth water.
Unfortunately—
Camp supplies couldn’t stretch that far. He’d have to do without.
Just then—“Hah!”
Zhou Mo, training in the rain beyond the wall, suddenly gave a shout. The repeated chopping motion he’d drilled countless times suddenly became fluid as water. In that instant—
Zhou Mo seemed to forget his arm, his blade, even himself, relying only on the muscle memory forged through relentless practice and the grit deep in his soul. He swung the blade once more!
—
A sharp, unfamiliar sound split the air.
The curtain of rain parted.
For a brief moment, the falling rain ahead was slashed open.
A cold, silvery blade-light burst from Zhou Mo’s sword, slicing through the rain and vanishing several meters away.
Only then did Zhou Mo recover from his trance, staring in disbelief at the broadsword the Station Master had given him. His eyes reddened as he looked up at Chen Fan on the wall and rasped:
“Station Master, I did it!”
“My Severing Water Blade Technique finally succeeded!”
“Well done!”
Chen Fan, who had witnessed everything from atop the wall, stood and applauded with a smile, eyes shining with wonder. In both his lives, this was the first time he’d seen such a feat.
Just like a true master, Zhou Mo could now unleash blade energy with a single swing.
Thanks to the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion and Sunflower, Zhou Mo—who had been stuck for years—had recently broken through to Level 3 Practitioner. He had been practicing the Severing Water Blade Technique in the rain day after day.
Now, at last, he had reached the beginner’s threshold.
Though it was merely the first of six stages—Beginner, Proficient, Expert, Mastery, Perfection, Great Perfection—he could finally execute the Severing Water Blade.
“Enough with the rain. Try it on the city wall—see how powerful it is.”
“Alright!”
Zhou Mo nodded eagerly, taking a deep breath. He recalled his childhood dream of becoming a wandering swordsman, the wasted years, and now, wielding the Severing Water Blade Technique at last.
A surge of pride filled him.
He gathered his qi into his dantian, poured all his pent-up frustration into the blade, and his eyes flashed.
He unleashed the Severing Water Blade with all his might!
He stepped forward, veins bulging at his neck, and roared as he struck the city wall beside him.
A pale blue arc of light shot from his blade, slamming into the wall. This strike was even more forceful than the last—Zhou Mo gained fresh insight on the spot, deepening his grasp of the technique.
But…
The blade energy struck the wall head-on—
And not a single stone chipped.
Chen Fan stood in silence for a moment, then flicked his sleeve. A phantom city wall, formed of white lines, appeared on the Sinkhole’s floor. “Level 3 city wall is too much. Try this Level 1 wall.”
“Alright!”
Zhou Mo was undaunted. He steadied his breath and unleashed another pale blue arc!
This time, stone chips flew.
A fist-deep gash appeared on the Level 1 city wall—but judging by Zhou Mo’s labored breathing, he would not be able to unleash a second blade energy anytime soon…
“Not bad at all.”
Chen Fan nodded in approval. The power was respectable, though still far from breaking a true wall. Still, if he himself took that strike, he’d be split in two without question.
The sky grew dark.
Eternal Night slowly blanketed the world.
“The Rainy Season is nearly over.”
Chen Fan fiddled with the jade ring on his finger, opened the gate to let Zhou Mo back into camp, then headed for his wooden hut to sleep.
When the Flesh Worm Ghostbeast Tide struck, tens of thousands of Ghoststones had dropped—but only two Treasures.
One was the Ghost Eye.
He had used it to upgrade the Level 6 Ghost-Eye Gun Tower.
The other was the jade ring now on his hand.
“Treasure Name”: Jade Ring.
“Treasure Grade”: White Grade.
“Treasure Effect”: Single-use Treasure. When someone harbors intense murderous intent toward you, the ring heats up and shatters.
Just like the Ghosthide crafted by Qiuhui, it had become one of his constant companions.
“The Rainy Season is ending.”
Standing in his wooden hut, Chen Fan gazed at the “Eternal Night Calendar” carved into the wall, murmuring to himself. With the close of the Rainy Season, Fan Gate would finally make its official debut. Everything he’d prepared was for this day’s breakout.
He would soon face the greatest crisis since arriving in this world.
He had done all he could to fortify the camp.
But—
Whether they could withstand a Ghost King—he had little confidence.
He did not know the depths of a Ghost King’s power, but he had done his utmost. If it was not enough, so be it.
If he lost, he would accept it.
Such was fate.
But if he won, he would seize the chance to truly rise, and Fan Gate’s name would resound throughout Jiangbei.
Jiangbei Fan Gate!
His Imperial Dragon Chariot would thunder across Jiangbei, flying the banner of Fan Gate.
His name would echo throughout the land.
All would know Chen Fan.
Let Fan Gate descend as scheduled.
Jiangbei Wasteland, Pingcheng.
Ruins sprawled as far as the eye could see.
The city wall bordering the Jiangbei Wasteland had been utterly destroyed. Viscous green fluids spattered the rubble, and rooftops and streets within the city were glazed with a sticky film.
Night fell.
Darkness devoured Pingcheng.
The glow from the Natural Ghostfire zone still illuminated the city as always.
But tonight—
No soldiers patrolled the city walls, no cries or clangor of battle disturbed the silence. Only deathly stillness reigned, heavy with the stench of blood and corpses.
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