Chapter 1021 - 372: Luo Qinglian, Primordial Heaven Opening Strategy!!

"Three months?"

Fang Qingyu’s brows instantly knitted together, slowly shaking his head.

"No, that’s too long."

Shen Zhou’s heart sank sharply, the difficulty on his face almost turning into despair: "Captain Fang! Three months is already the limit! For deep-sea operations, just to build the giant caisson foundation that can withstand Life Ghost attacks and sea pressure, it requires..."

His words were interrupted by a raise of Fang Qingyu’s finger.

Fang Qingyu extended a finger.

Held upright in front of Shen Zhou.

"One month. We only have one month. Supervisor Shen, if you truly want to earn immense wealth and prestige in this Arctic land, surrounded by Life Ghosts, you must let the City of Dawn rise above this Ice Sea within a month!"

"O... one month?!"

Shen Zhou’s voice completely altered in tone.

One month?

To build a fortress-level city on the Arctic sea that can withstand Life Ghosts and extreme weather.

That sounds almost like a myth.

He kept his mouth agape, looking at Fang Qingyu’s eyes without any room for negotiation, feeling like there was a block of ice in his throat.

Unable to say a word.

Fang Qingyu looked at Shen Zhou’s face, instantly pale, with eyes almost overflowing with despair.

Once more raised his hand, pressing heavily on his shoulder.

"Don’t worry, with us here, it can be done!"

"Take a risk, Supervisor Shen! For the future of Deep Blue Heavy Industries, and for the future of the Human Race!"

Shen Zhou looked at this group of warriors with fierce auras before him.

Especially Fang Qingyu’s calm eyes.

A long-missed surge of hot blood rushed to his head.

If Deep Blue Heavy Industries wants to strive for a future in this impending doomsday era, here lies the greatest opportunity.

Missed it, and really, nothing will be left.

He stomped his foot fiercely, the snow beneath crunching loudly.

The fat on his face flushed red with excitement, almost shouting: "Good!! One month! Just one month! I’ll risk my damn life to have Dawn standing above this Ice Sea for you!!"

....

Deep inside the Arctic.

Life Ghost Headquarters.

A towering palace built from countless massive white beast skeletons.

Standing amidst the eternal blizzard.

On the eerie white-bone throne, a fiery red figure reclined quietly.

Drought Fiend.

She had ankle-length red hair, vibrant as solidified magma.

Cascading over the cold bone throne.

At this moment, she leaned her chin on one hand, with a face of mesmerizing beauty yet devoid of any expression.

Her scarlet eyes, like blood diamonds, gazed hollowly at the howling snowstorm outside the hall.

As if her mind wandered beyond the heavens.

In the massive shadow beside the throne, space wriggled like ink.

A moment later, a figure as thin as paper, edges fuzzy and distorted, entirely pitch black.

Silently rose from the shadows.

"Didn’t I say."

Drought Fiend’s gaze remained fixed on the snowstorm outside, her ethereal cold voice echoed in the dead-silent hall.

Accompanied by undeniable irritation.

"To knock before entering?"

Black Marquis, that pitch-black paper figure, showed no reaction to Drought Fiend’s reprimand.

Just speaking to himself.

"Your other half has returned. In the Arctic. Want me to bring them back for you?"

Drought Fiend’s chin-propping finger paused almost imperceptibly.

Deep within the hollow blood-red eyes, a very subtle ripple flashed by, swift like an illusion.

She slowly turned her head, her mesmerizingly beautiful face still emotionless, only endless coldness.

"Not needed."

"My affairs, don’t involve yourself. You’re not allowed to interfere."

"Alright," Black Marquis responded without any fluctuation, seemingly accustomed to Drought Fiend’s reaction.

Then, continued speaking to himself.

"On the human side, another Human World’s top has emerged. It’s the young man who killed Jiang Taixuan in your presence last time. Tier Three, annihilated a Tier Four Divine True Body. The decision within the clan is to prepare for elimination. Are you interested?"

Drought Fiend’s hollow blood-red eyes subtly moved.

For the first time, glanced at the pitch-black paper figure.

"Oh?"

Her red lips parted slightly, voice devoid of any emotion.

"You’ve arranged everything, and then you ask me?"

She waved her hand casually, as if dismissing an annoying fly, her scarlet eyes filled with blatant impatience.

"Not interested. Leave. You annoy me just by being here."

Black Marquis’s paper-like figure in the invisible Qi Force from Drought Fiend’s wave dissipated silently like smoke, blown by the wind.

Leaving only the final voice lingering in the vast icy bone hall:

"Fine, I’m leaving, don’t be angry, feel free to come find me when bored."

"Hmph."

Drought Fiend let out a very light, cold snort.

The remaining shadow aura in the hall was instantly scorched by an invisible heat.

Leaving no trace.

The hall returned to silence, leaving only the eternal howl of the snowstorm outside.

Drought Fiend once again cast her gaze beyond the raging snowstorm, though the hollow blood-red eyes were no longer empty.

A difficult-to-describe gleam slowly circulated deep within her scarlet eye.

"Tier Three annihilated Tier Four Divine True Body..."

Her red lips lightly moved, silently chewing over the words.

Her mesmerizingly beautiful face bore an additional touch of intrigue.

The next moment, her figure reclining on the throne.

Vanished quietly and soundlessly like a reflection in water.

Fully merged into the eerie dead silence of the Skeleton Palace.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside the Arctic Great Wall.

Late at night, the streets were sparsely populated.

Fang Qingyu and others walked through familiar streets towards the secluded courtyard they previously resided in.

Behind them were the over ten thousand followers temporarily housed in military barracks, awaiting the City of Dawn to rise.

Though conditions were simple.

No one complained.

Returning to the familiar courtyard, they opened the creaky wooden gate.

The courtyard’s snow had been cleared, revealing the cyan-black stone slabs.

With days of rushing, the weariness from heightened mental tension engulfed everyone like a tide.

"Everyone’s tired, rest early."

Wei Banmeng’s cool voice carried a hint of imperceptible hoarseness, waving his hand.

"Tomorrow will be busy."

The group nodded silently, each dragging their fatigued bodies to their rooms.

The gentle sound of the wooden door opening and closing was particularly distinct in the quiet courtyard.

Fang Qingyu entered his simply furnished room, closing the door behind him.

The room was unlit, only the faint glow from the window outlining the blurry contours of the furniture.

Fang Qingyu didn’t immediately rest.

He simply stood quietly by the window.

A moment later, Fang Qingyu quietly opened the door again and walked out.

Without disturbing anyone, he blended into the night.

Walking down the street.

Fang Qingyu’s mind stirred.

The map promptly unfolded before his eyes.

Fang Qingyu gently turned to the Star Shattering Constellation page.

His gaze locked onto the latest prompts at the bottom.

[Detected Origin Level inheritance imprint: "Primordial Heaven Opening Strategy"!]

[Imprint deep analysis completed! Inheritance compatibility evaluation: Extremely high!]

[Activate inheritance immediately for "Primordial Heaven Opening Strategy" cultivation?]

[Warning! Precondition not met!]

[Need to achieve: Star Fall Perfection (Current: Star Fall 10.)]

[Need to forge: Spirit Platform (Current: Unforged).]

[Activation forcibly halted, inheritance channel temporarily sealed.]

[Please meet preconditions as soon as possible!]