Chapter 1050 - 379: Some People’s Blood Still Runs Hot, Solar Golden Bowl!!

Chu Kuanglan and Wei Banmeng stood up high, watching people flood into the construction site like unleased floodwaters, quickly permeating every corner.

Watching those unfamiliar faces, some skillfully and some clumsily taking over tools, under the command of Deep Blue personnel, beginning to clear debris, reinforce foundations, repair equipment, transport materials...

"Old Chu..."

Wei Banmeng’s cool voice carried a barely perceptible sense of sentimentality.

It rang beside Chu Kuanglan’s ear.

Chu Kuanglan did not turn his head, his rugged face.

Mixed with bloodstains and ice shards, appearing particularly profound under the light.

His eyes looked at the bustling scene below.

Watching those new faces working diligently.

"Banmeng..."

Chu Kuanglan’s voice was somewhat low.

"I seem... to understand a bit."

He slowly raised his hand.

Pointing to the construction site below like a boiling furnace.

Pointing to the figures silently working or shouting loudly.

"There are too many twists and turns inside the Great Wall, some people’s hearts have long been frozen hard, worn smooth, only thinking about how to survive, how to gain benefits."

"But there are always some people..."

"Their blood is still hot."

"They come to this damn place, not for anything else."

"Just to stand up straight..."

"To kill Life Ghosts!"

...

Arctic Great Wall, core area.

Inside an office.

The room was extremely simply furnished, only with a huge desk and a few chairs.

A tactical map occupying an entire wall.

And a leather sofa placed against the wall.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

Consciousness floated up as if from the deep sea, bringing a hint of drowsiness and sluggishness.

What he saw was the familiar ceiling.

He tried moving his fingers.

A long-lost feeling of weakness emerged.

The final Divine Judgment Celestial Attraction had indeed somewhat exceeded his capabilities.

He slightly turned his head.

Hong Qitian was standing with his back to him, hands crossed behind.

Fang Qingyu’s current memory only remained on the part where he shattered and devoured the rock, then as he was about to faint, he smelled the scent of Jiu and felt reassured, so he passed out.

When he woke up again, he found himself in Old Man Hong’s office.

There was no doubt.

It was definitely Old Man Hong who had Jiu bring him here.

"Awake?"

Hong Qitian did not turn his head.

Fang Qingyu didn’t respond, just slowly supported himself.

Sitting up from the sofa.

He leaned against the back of the sofa, his gaze falling on the desk.

There lay a thick booklet with a deep blue leather cover, its pattern ancient, its corners severely worn.

"Was it necessary to bring me back?"

Fang Qingyu’s voice was somewhat hoarse, straightforward.

Hong Qitian slowly turned around.

His face showing no expression.

He walked to the desk, picked up the deep blue booklet, flicking his wrist.

The booklet traced an arc, accurately landing on the sofa beside Fang Qingyu with a dull sound.

"If I didn’t bring you back, you would have died there."

Hong Qitian grumbled, rolling his eyes disdainfully.

He sat down on the chair opposite Fang Qingyu, poured himself a cup of intensely black tea.

"Life Ghost royal family, this time you bumped into three at once, how does it feel?"

Hong Qitian sipped on the scorching black tea, without lifting his eyelids.

"Okay, I guess."

Fang Qingyu was succinct, reaching to pick up the deep blue booklet.

The cover had no writing.

He casually flipped it open.

On the yellowed pages.

Were densely packed with tiny cursive and hand-drawn illustrations.

Each page detailed a Life Ghost royal family’s form traits, ability tendencies, battle style...

And, the unique treasure they possessed.

Soon, Fang Qingyu saw the three royal families he just encountered.

[Hell Guest]

Racial Talent: Described as Shadow on the Brink. Possesses Treasure Projection: [Eighteen Hell Map].

[Blood Rakshasa]

Racial Talent: Blood Absorption/Molding. Possesses Treasure Projection: [Blood Sea Jade Purification Bottle].

[Rock Giant Spirit]

Racial Talent: Power of Earth, Petrified Skin. Possesses Treasure Projection: [Earth-shattering Mountain Hammer].

[Moon Ascetic]

Possesses treasure: [Great Sun Golden Bell]

Trait: Energy Accumulation to Project Great Sun Meteor...

Fang Qingyu’s gaze lingered on the [Moon Ascetic] page for several seconds.

"Great Sun Golden Bell..."

He murmured the name, closing the booklet.

Looking up at Hong Qitian, he furrowed his brow.

Asking the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Why do Life Ghosts have so many good things!? These treasures, it sounds like they ought to belong to us, the Human Race, right?"

Old Man Hong listened, his expression became peculiar, glancing at Fang Qingyu.

"These sound like they should be treasures of the myriad gods and buddhas."

Hearing this, Fang Qingyu was baffled as if it did make sense... cough cough.

Then said, "But even if they belong to the myriad gods and buddhas, they shouldn’t fall into Life Ghost hands, right? And there are so many."

Fang Qingyu just glanced roughly.

There were up to hundreds of royal families.

This meant there were hundreds of treasures.

Listening, Hong Qitian furrowed his brow slightly.

After being silent for a while, he said uncertainly: "I don’t know much about this, only heard a rumor before that Life Ghosts were actually created by a certain god... these treasures were all given by that god."

"..."

The office fell into silence.

Hearing this, Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but twitch his lips...

Able to create such a race and bestow so many treasures, what kind of god would that be?

... Pangu!? Or perhaps Nuwa.

The credibility of this rumor seemed rather low.

So Fang Qingyu just took it with a grain of salt.

He then stood up from the sofa.

"I’ll take my leave then."

Fang Qingyu stretched his still soft neck, emitting a faint crackle, his eyes turned towards the door.

Hong Qitian remained seated in the chair.

Showing no intention of standing to send him off.

But just when Fang Qingyu’s hand almost touched the doorknob.

Hong Qitian’s calm voice aged and without warning, echoed in the office:

"By the way."

"Forgot to tell you."

The teacup was gently placed back on the table.

Emitting a soft clink.

Hong Qitian lifted his eyelids, his murky gaze calmly fell on Fang Qingyu’s suddenly tense back.

"The Life Ghosts over there..."

"Just announced."

"Full-scale war."