Chapter 460 - 184: "Frontline No. 1 Is Tough.

Chapter 460: Chapter 184: "Frontline No. 1 Is Tough.

After saying goodbye to Tian Yi, Chen Fan turned to look at the Mortal Realm Members still bustling about below. He took another moment to admire his two bases before cheerfully boarding the Flying Ship and heading toward Cave No. 1 on Nameless Mountain.

Nowadays,

The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, his former exclusive ride, had essentially been retired.

The main reason was that it couldn’t fly.

It wasn’t as versatile as a Flying Ship.

Times were changing. Even something like the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage had to be prepared for retirement. In the Mortal Realm now, its symbolic value far outweighed its practical use.

...

For the next half-month or so, Chen Fan stayed in the Mortal Realm, primarily focused on its various improvement projects. For example... perfecting the Earth Gold Line. Now that the Mortal Realm had two cruise missile bases, he had assumed the single existing Earth Gold Line would surely be insufficient.

Unexpectedly, the Earth Gold’s carrying capacity was far greater than he had imagined. It could fully supply power to both cruise missile reserve bases with plenty to spare, which saved him a lot of trouble.

After taking care of some scattered, trivial matters, half a month after the rainy season had ended, Chen Fan stood on the Flying Ship Deck. He looked down at Wang Kui and the others who had come to see him off and gave his instructions. "This trip will take several months. I will set up Signal Towers along the way to ensure our communications aren’t cut off."

"While I’m gone, Wang Kui, you are in charge of the Mortal Realm’s affairs."

"If there’s anything you’re unsure about, contact me immediately."

"Everyone else, continue to carry out your tasks according to the plan."

"Understood!"

Standing on the Wilderness, Lame Monkey and the others nodded. Everyone had their own mission. Lame Monkey’s mission, however, was extremely simple and could be roughly divided into two tasks.

Use thirty percent of his energy to supervise Pavilion Masters like Wang Mazi and Qi Chong.

And use the other seventy percent to supervise Wang Kui.

After giving a few more simple instructions, the Flying Ship slowly ascended.

It rose straight into the sky above the Jiangbei Wilderness. Standing on the deck, Chen Fan resumed laying the Sky Rails—an aerial track made of Illusory Copper Pipes. This track would lead directly to the Western Eternal Night Xuanwu No.1 Defense Line.

This was a relatively time-consuming task.

But...

It was also something that had to be done, and it was extremely important for the Mortal Realm.

It wasn’t just about that Blue-Level Building Blueprint; it held a much greater strategic significance.

...

After watching the Domain Lord depart into the distance, Wang Kui and the others who remained exchanged glances. They chatted for a bit before going their separate ways. They all had plenty of work to do. Although the rainy season was over, it hadn’t lessened the Mortal Realm’s workload in the slightest—after all, there was always the next one.

The vast majority of the Mortal Realm’s Hundred Valleys Pavilion members were currently concentrated on the Mortal Realm’s New Continent. There, they were planting various crops and Ghost Plants on a large scale and raising livestock. The New Continent was in a protection period; for three years, no one else could travel there. Only those who had been bathed in the Golden Rain could reach it.

Meanwhile, the remaining new recruits of the Hundred Valleys Pavilion were taking the Mortal Realm High-speed Rail to various regions like Jiangnan and the Guanxi Plain.

There, they collected all sorts of crop seeds and poultry young on a massive scale.

Batch after batch of logistical supplies were sent to the New Continent through the Undersea Tunnel, blossoming everywhere. After days of cultivation, the New Continent was gradually turning into a massive granary.

Even if the worst-case scenario came to pass and the Mortal Realm had to fall back to the New Continent, the food they had stored up would be enough to feed them for a very, very long time.

After these days of development, the entire Mortal Realm had become like a vast machine. Everyone was crystal clear on their responsibilities, and it could operate with precision and order even without Chen Fan.

Of course, that was assuming he was gone for a short time, like being away for a few months to lay tracks.

If he disappeared for three years, then that would definitely be a problem.

"How long is this run going to be?"

At a Mortal Realm High-speed Rail station near the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land on the Guanxi Plain, a dozen or so Dark Pavilion members were gathered together. Their leader, a Dark Pavilion squad leader, was looking at the Ghost Map in his hands, trying to determine their direction.

Their mission was to cross the Yellow Springs Entrance Defense Line, then proceed to the Western Eternal Night Xuanwu No.1 Defense Line and lie low there, just as they had done when they went to the No. 7 Defense Line.

They were the first group to go. The Dark Pavilion was sending out agents in batches; others would wait until the Sky Rails were laid before heading out. But those would be the overt part of the operation. By combining overt and covert elements, the intelligence they gathered would be more accurate.

"About a month or so."

The Dark Pavilion squad leader was a middle-aged man with the distinct air of a farmer. He estimated the distance and gave a vague answer, but quickly added, "That’s assuming we have a safe journey."

"Let’s go. Time to hit the road."

"Cap, can you use a different phrase? That one feels a bit unlucky."

"We’re out on a mission, don’t call me Captain. Call me Uncle Zhang."

"Alright, Uncle Zhang."

...

"It’s so cold."

Chen Fan stood on the Flying Ship Deck, wrapped in a fur coat. He felt the biting wind scrape against his cheeks and looked up at the snowflakes, like tiny grains of millet, drifting down from the sky. Glancing down, he saw the entire landscape was a vast expanse of white.

He poured himself a cup of hot tea from the pot on the tray held by a Maid standing nearby. After taking a sip to ward off some of the chill, he resumed laying the Sky Rails.

’One, two, three...’

He counted silently to pass the time.

As he repeated the process over and over, his gaze gradually unfocused. When he came to his senses again, an incredibly stunning defense line had appeared before his eyes.