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Chapter 373 Luo Qinglian, The Primordial Strategy for Creating Heaven!! (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

Upon seeing the skull in the box, Old Man Hong, who was about to object, was stunned.

He then calmly picked up the skull from the box and examined it closely.

He then didn't put it back in the box, but held it in his hand and looked at Fang Qingyu seriously, saying, "I disagree, not because of any other issues, but because it's impossible for me to send people to garrison this city. Your ten thousand men alone cannot hold it."

Fang Qingyu nodded and said, "I know that, but it's not just about us."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Hong couldn't help but pause in surprise.

Finally, Fang Qingyu came out of the office.

No one knows what Fang Qingyu talked about with Old Man Hong inside.

But Fang Qingyu had an extra document in his hand.

One box is missing.

Bibo City, the ancestral home of the Luo family.

The deepest part of the mansion.

A quiet room is bathed in a soft, flowing, aquamarine light.

This halo was not from lamplight, but rather emanated naturally from the countless deep-sea stones embedded in the walls of the quiet room.

This formed a perfect barrier.

Completely block out all external prying eyes, sounds, and even thoughts.

In the center of the quiet room was a pool of azure water shrouded in a hazy, cold mist.

The pool water was as deep as a condensed polar ice sea.

It exudes a cool and ethereal aura that penetrates to the very marrow of one's bones.

Beneath the surface of the water, tiny, star-like ice crystals could be faintly seen slowly rising and falling, rotating.

A figure floated silently about a foot above the azure, cold jade pool.

She was enveloped in a water-blue radiance even more intense than the glow of the pool water, the radiance like the smoothest silk or flowing liquid sapphire, gently enveloping her figure.

It is blurry, making it impossible to see its specific shape.

One can only vaguely perceive an ethereal and otherworldly beauty.

She is the pillar of the Bibolo family in this generation.

Luo Qinglian, who has lived for nearly three hundred years, holds the power of the Goddess of the Luo River.

The space inside the quiet room is like the surface of water to which pebbles have been thrown.

A very slight ripple spread out.

A figure dressed in a dark blue robe seemed to emerge from nothingness.

It appeared silently on the cold, smooth, icy ground by the pool.

The newcomer was a young man with a handsome face but an inescapable sinister air.

It was because of the big gift they had given Fang Qingyu and the others earlier.

The man referred to as Xiao Liu by Luo Qinglian.

His knees slammed heavily onto the hard, cold, icy ground.

Makes a dull sound.

His head was bowed low, his forehead pressed against the biting cold of the ground.

My body trembled slightly due to extreme tension and some indescribable emotion.

"Ancestor," Xiao Liu's voice was dry and tense, carrying a hint of barely perceptible fear, "Fang Qingyu and the others..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an ethereal voice.

The voice was calm and still, yet it carried an extreme indifference.

"They...came back alive. Did they?"

Xiao Liu's body suddenly stiffened.

His head, buried even lower on the ground, rose in a voice filled with desperate confirmation: "It's the Ancestor. Fang Qingyu has returned alive from the City of Injustice. And..."

The quiet room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the hazy mist rising from the surface of the Cold Jade Pool.
It silently changes shape in the flowing, aquamarine radiance.

A long time, a long time.

The aquamarine radiance suspended above the pool rippled slightly.

A blurry figure shrouded within it.
He seemed to slowly sit up straight.

Immediately afterwards, the aquamarine radiance enveloping her receded silently and gradually faded inward, like the receding tide.

The luster faded, revealing its true form beneath.

Walk on the air.

Her bare, jade-like feet, spotless and immaculate, gently touched the void.

Her ankles were rounded, her skin was as white as snow, and she had a warm, jade-like luster.

Step by step, from a suspended state.

Slowly stepping down.

The azure radiance completely subsided, transforming into a simple, antique-style robe that flowed with a watery sheen, fitting snugly over her slender and perfect figure.

The long robe fluttered without wind, and there seemed to be a silent flow of water around its hem.

When her feet finally landed lightly on the ice by the pool.

That face that could make the world pale in comparison.

It was also clearly visible at the edge of Xiao Liu's lowered field of vision.

Not a single wrinkle, not a trace of time.

Her skin was as translucent as fresh snow, and her features were as exquisite as the Creator's most perfect masterpiece. Together, they formed an ultimate beauty that transcended the mundane and was almost divine.

But those eyes had pupils that were a deep, icy blue, like a frozen pool.

It contains indifference, and the emptiness that comes from seeing through the vicissitudes of life.

She looked like a stunningly beautiful young woman in her early twenties.

However, she exuded...

However, it is a testament to the vicissitudes and majesty accumulated over nearly three hundred years.

Luo Qinglian lowered her head slightly.

His icy blue eyes looked down calmly at the person kneeling on the ground.

Xiao Liu's body trembled violently with fear and excitement.

"really."

She parted her lips slightly, her voice still ethereal, but now carrying a hint of understanding, as if the dust had settled: "The divination cannot predict everything, the ways of heaven are unpredictable, and the course of fate is hard to fathom. Even in a situation where there is no hope of survival, those who are blessed by heaven can still find a glimmer of hope in the most desperate circumstances."

She was stating a fact that she had long foreseen.

His tone was indifferent, without the slightest ripple.

"Ancestor!"

Xiao Liu abruptly raised his head, his face devoid of any former sinister glint, replaced by eyes burning with immense fear and a resolute determination, tears welling in them. He practically screamed, "I'll go right now! Go kill him! As long as he's dead... as long as he's dead, you won't have to keep your promise to that old bastard Hong Qitian! Right?! Ancestor!!!"

He grasped at this last straw as if it were his last hope.

His voice was distorted and erratic with excitement, filled with a reckless madness.

Luo Qinglian's icy blue eyes shifted slightly.

His gaze fell on Xiao Liu's young face, which was contorted with despair.

A very rare, extremely faint smile appeared on that stunningly beautiful face.

"kill him?"

Her voice remained calm, yet carried a hint of pity in her question, "Little Six, tell me, how do you intend to kill someone who can fight a fourth-tier deity with only a third-tier physique?"

"I"

Xiao Liu's roar came to an abrupt halt, like a rooster being choked.

The burning passion within me was instantly extinguished by this calm, unassuming question.

The color drained from his face instantly, leaving only a deathly pallor and a blank expression.

Yes
What can we use to kill?

The terrifying scene of countless stars falling and annihilating gods had already been broadcast to the highest levels of the Federation via video.

He's a sixth-ranked student, although he's only at the fourth rank.

Although it is the top force of the Luo family.

But even with that kind of power, they were still far from being a match.

Luo Qinglian watched as Xiao Liu instantly lost his composure, looking as if all his bones had been removed.

The cold pity in his eyes seemed to deepen a little.

She moved gracefully and silently to stand in front of Xiao Liu.

Extend that perfect, flawless hand.

It was gently placed on Xiao Liu's head, which was damp with sweat from excitement.

Cool to the touch.

A gentle yet irresistible force came.

He forcibly calmed down Xiao Liu's violent trembling.

"Sixth grade."

For the first time, Luo Qinglian's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible gentleness.

Like a wisp of hot spring water flowing deep within the ice.

It flowed gently into Xiao Liu's heart, which was on the verge of collapse.

"I, your ancestor, am not actually afraid of death."

Xiao Liu's body jolted, and he looked up in disbelief.

Through teary eyes, she gazed at that face so close to hers, a face so beautiful it seemed otherworldly.

Luo Qinglian's icy blue eyes were deep within.

That eternally unyielding indifference seemed to have cracked with an extremely tiny fissure.

A hint of fatigue was visible.

“What I fear is,” she said softly, as if afraid of disturbing something, “that after I die, no one will be able to protect this precarious human race.”

“That old man Hong Qitian is no good.”

She shook her head slightly, her long hair flowing down her shoulders like an ink-black waterfall.

"He only has one last strike left, not enough to kill everyone."

“His son, Hong Qitian, is no good either.”

"When that old man Hong Qitian named himself, I don't know if he was out of his mind, but he insisted on using the character 'Qi' in his name. Because of this character, how many years has Hong Qitian been stuck at the last step? He was just a little bit short, always just a little bit short. He stood tall and upright, but in the end, he could not reach the heavens."

"So, I used to think that I couldn't die."

Luo Qinglian's voice lowered.

"The Biboluo family needs me, and this crumbling human land needs me to hold on to its last breath."

"But now."

Her icy blue eyes refocused on Xiao Liu's tear-streaked face.
In the deep cracks of those eyes, something seemed to be settling, transforming into a calm acceptance without regret.

"It's different now."

Fang Qingyu

Luo Qinglian uttered the name with a strange certainty in her voice.

"He will be the next generation's number one in the world. And he will go higher and farther than the Hong family father and son. High enough to support this sky, cut those chains, and carve out a truly bright and clear world for future generations."

As she spoke, she placed her hand on Xiao Liu's head.

Patted it gently.

"Therefore, I must keep my promise."

Luo Qinglian smiled, her eyes filled with composure, "Die for Old Man Hong, so that Old Man Hong's last blow can be saved for Fang Qingyu, understand?"

Xiao Liu trembled violently upon hearing this and abruptly raised his head.

Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

A suppressed sob escaped his throat: "Ancestor! No, no!"

Luo Qinglian stopped his incoherent pleas.

Her icy blue eyes stared directly at him, her gaze softening further: "You can rest assured, after I die, Old Man Hong won't do anything to our Luo family, at least not before he dies."

She paused slightly, as if she had thought of something, and added, "However, for the sake of everything, for the sake of our Luo family's survival in this chaotic world, Xiao Liu, you must remember this."

Luo Qinglian leaned down, her stunningly beautiful face close to Xiao Liu's.

His icy blue eyes, like deep, cold stars, locked onto his grief-stricken gaze: "Put aside all your arrogance and hostility. Go and improve your relationship with Fang Qingyu. Humble yourself and show sincerity. The future of the Luo family needs this goodwill. You must not offend him in the slightest. Understand?"

This was like a dying wish, leaving Xiao Liu unable to contain himself any longer.

His forehead slammed heavily against the icy, bone-chilling ground, making a dull thud.

His body was curled up, trembling violently.

A suppressed sob squeezed out from deep in his throat:

"Yes, Ancestor! Little Six obeys Ancestor's command!!!"

Tears fell on the smooth, mirror-like surface of the icy ground.

A dark water stain spread out.

Luo Qinglian quietly watched her junior, who was prostrate on the ground and weeping. The faint smile on her flawless face finally disappeared completely, leaving only a calm as if it were an eternal iceberg and a loneliness that no one could understand.

She slowly straightened up, her light blue robe fluttering even without wind.

The figure was once again shrouded in a hazy glow.

It was as if it wanted to merge once again into that eternally blue pool.

Outside the Arctic Great Wall defense line.

Edge of the Arctic Sea.

The cold wind was like countless icy razors, frantically cutting every inch of skin exposed to the air.

As far as the eye could see, all that remained was a despairing grayness.

The thick, lead-gray clouds hung low, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The vast ice field stretches in all directions, connecting with the dark blue ocean dotted with huge ice floes.

Between heaven and earth, only the howling wind and the occasional dull cracking sound coming from the depths of the ice layer could be heard.

The group of people looked like tiny black dots.

We trekked along this deadly border where ice meets sea.

The leader was Fang Qingyu.

His combat suit, covered in star-studded crystals, remained motionless in the cold wind as his eyes scanned the desolate and lifeless land.

Half a step to his side was Jiang Wei, her fiery red hair gleaming.

Wei Banmeng and other core members followed closely behind.

Shen Zhou, the head of Deep Blue Heavy Industry's Arctic frontline, was wrapped in a thick polar cold-weather suit and wearing goggles, trudging along beside Fang Qingyu.

"Captain Fang!"

Shen Zhou's voice sounded somewhat muffled through the thick scarf.

He pointed to the relatively calm, dark blue sea surface ahead, surrounded by huge ice floes.

He tried to make his voice sound confident. "Look here, it's about 150 kilometers from our Arctic Great Wall, not too far. Theoretically, no matter what the situation, we can get support in time. Moreover, it's right next to the main shipping lane of the Arctic Sea, making it an excellent location in terms of both the convenience of transporting supplies and its future commercial potential! How about we set up our dawn here?"

He looked at Fang Qingyu with hope, trying to find recognition in the young leader's face.

When Fang Qingyu said firmly that he wanted to build the city outside the Great Wall.

Shen Zhou's first reaction was exactly the same as Old Man Hong's.

This is insane! Absolutely insane!

This is simply throwing money and lives into a bottomless pit.

But Fang Qingyu repeatedly assured him.

Ultimately, it overwhelmed Shen Zhou's inherent caution.

Let's take a gamble! What if it works?
Deep Blue Heavy Industry will definitely take off.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over the sea area that Shen Zhou pointed to, his eyes calm and unwavering.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to an area slightly northeast of the location Shen Zhou had indicated.

"Do not."

Fang Qingyu's voice pierced the cold wind clearly.

"Not on this ice field. It's over there."

Shen Zhou squinted his eyes and looked in the direction Fang Qingyu was pointing.

The next moment, all the color drained from his face.

His eyes, hidden behind the goggles, were wide open.

The direction Fang Qingyu pointed was none other than that seemingly calm sea.

There was no solid ice field to stand on, only bottomless, icy seawater.

Several huge, island-like, gray-white icebergs float in the distance where the sea meets the sky.

"Captain Fang!"

Shen Zhou's voice changed, filled with disbelief and shock, as he abruptly turned to look at Fang Qingyu, "You mean it's built at sea?!"

Fang Qingyu withdrew his hand, met Shen Zhou's horrified gaze, and calmly nodded.

"Yes. I know that this is a hellish challenge in terms of construction difficulty."

"But if we want to defend this city, we can only build it there, and we must build it there!"

"hiss--"

Shen Zhou gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine, as if his heart had frozen.

Building a city on an ice field is already incredibly difficult, but now they want to build it directly on the perilous Arctic Ocean?!
How to defend against the endless, more ferocious and bizarre ghosts in the sea that are far more dangerous than those on land during construction?
How can a foundation strong enough to support a giant city be laid on a turbulent seabed?

How was construction completed under extreme low temperatures, ice storms, and ice floe impacts?
Each question is daunting enough to make one hesitate.

A mix of emotions left Shen Zhou speechless for a moment.

Fang Qingyu knew what Shen Zhou was thinking.

He turned his head and looked into Shen Zhou's eyes.

A slight smile even appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, Manager Shen. If I say we can hold it, we definitely can."

This sentence was like a shot of adrenaline.

Shen Zhou recalled the devastating fall of a star.

I recalled the miracles created by this young man in front of me.

Bet!

Let's gamble this once.

I'm betting this young man can continue to create legends.

Shen Zhou gritted his teeth, his facial muscles contorting with effort, and spat out two words through clenched teeth:
"Done!!"

He vigorously wiped the frost that had formed on his face.

"We'll do as you say, Captain Fang. We'll build it on the sea. Deep Blue Heavy Industry will take this big gamble with you."

Fang Qingyu's smile deepened.

He patted Shen Zhou's broad shoulder: "Okay. During this construction period, all of us..."

He glanced at Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and the others behind him, "Including myself, I will be your assistant. Whenever you need military support, resource allocation, or manpower assistance, just ask."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhou felt a slight weight lift from his heart.

With Fang Qingyu and his monstrous fighting force protecting them.

The pressure on construction safety can at least be reduced somewhat.

He nodded quickly: "With Captain Fang's words, I, Shen Zhou, feel more confident. Deep Blue will definitely go all out!"

He took a deep breath of cold air and forced himself to calm down.

My brain was racing, and I started to plan the construction scheme.

After a moment, a troubled look appeared on his face. He looked at Fang Qingyu and carefully spoke, "Captain Fang, building a city at sea is unprecedented. Even with everyone's strong support, the difficulties to overcome are immense. Our preliminary estimate is that the construction will take at least three months! And that's assuming everything goes smoothly and there are no large-scale attacks by the vengeful spirits or extreme weather."

"Three months?"

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed instantly, and he slowly shook his head.

"No, it's too long."

Shen Zhou's heart sank, and the look of distress on his face almost turned to despair: "Captain Fang! Three months is already the absolute limit! This deep-sea operation, just building the foundation of the giant caisson that can withstand the attacks of the Death Ghosts and the pressure of the sea, requires..."

His words were interrupted by a raised finger from Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu held up one finger.

It was placed upright in front of Shen Zhou.

"One month. We only have one month. Manager Shen, if you truly want to amass immense wealth and prestige in this Arctic region, in this desperate situation surrounded by ghosts and demons, you must make Dawn City rise from this icy sea within one month!"

"One month?!"

Shen Zhou's voice completely changed.

A month?

Build a fortress-like city in the Arctic Ocean that can withstand death and extreme weather.

This sounds like something out of a fairy tale.

He stared with his mouth agape at Fang Qingyu's uncompromising gaze, feeling as if a block of ice was stuck in his throat.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Fang Qingyu looked at Shen Zhou's face, which turned deathly pale in an instant, and the despair that was almost overflowing in his eyes.

She raised her hand again and pressed it heavily on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, with all of us here, we can manage!"

"Give it your all, Manager Shen! For the future of Deep Blue Heavy Industries, and for the future of humanity!"

Shen Zhou looked at the group of fierce warriors in front of him.

Especially Fang Qingyu's calm eyes.

A long-lost surge of passion suddenly rushed to my head.

DeepBlue Heavy Industry wants to seize a future in this era of impending doom, and the present moment is the greatest opportunity.

If you miss it, you'll really have nothing left.

He stomped his foot hard, making the snow crunch under his feet.

His chubby face flushed red with excitement, and he almost roared, "Fine!! One month! Just one month! I'll risk my life to get Dawn out here on this icy sea for you!!"

Deep in the Arctic.
The headquarters of the Fate Demon.

A magnificent palace built from the countless pale, gigantic beast skeletons.

Standing tall amidst the eternal blizzard.

On the somber throne of white bones, a fiery red figure leaned quietly against the wall.

Drought demon.

She had long, ankle-length, fiery red hair as thick as solidified lava.

It was casually draped over the cold bone base.

At this moment, she was resting her chin on one hand, her stunningly beautiful face, almost eerily so, completely expressionless.

A pair of blood-red eyes, as red as diamonds, stared blankly at the howling wind and snow outside the palace.

It felt as if I were wandering in a dream.

In the enormous shadow beside the throne, the space rippled like ink.

The next moment, a figure appeared, as thin as a sheet of paper, with blurred and distorted edges, and completely black.

He rose silently from the shadows.

"Did I say that?"

The drought demon's gaze remained fixed on the wind and snow outside the hall, its ethereal and icy voice echoing in the deathly silent hall.

With undisguised disgust.
"Should I knock before coming in?"

The pitch-black paper figure, Black Duke, showed no reaction to the drought demon's rebuke.

He just kept talking to himself.

"Your other half is back. Right in the Arctic. Want me to bring them back for you?"

The drought demon paused almost imperceptibly in the slightest, the fingers that were supporting its chin.

Deep within those hollow, bloodshot eyes, a fleeting, extremely subtle ripple flashed by, so fast it was almost an illusion.

She slowly turned her head, her eerily beautiful face still devoid of any expression, only endless indifference.

"unnecessary."

"My affairs are none of your business. And you are not allowed to interfere."

“Okay,” Black Duke replied calmly, as if he was already used to the drought demon’s reaction.

Then he continued talking to himself.

"On the human side, another number one has emerged. It's that young man who killed Jiang Taixuan right before your eyes last time. A third-tier cultivator, he annihilated a fourth-tier divine body. The clan has decided to eliminate him. Are you interested?"

The drought demon's hollow, blood-red eyes shifted slightly.

The first time I saw that pitch-black paper figure.

"Oh?"

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"You've already made all the arrangements, and now you're asking me?"

She waved her hand casually, as if shooing away an annoying fly, her bloodshot eyes filled with nothing but naked impatience.

"Not interested. Get lost. Just looking at you annoys me."

Black Duke's paper-thin body faded and disappeared silently, like smoke blown away by the wind, amidst the invisible force generated by Drought Demon's wave of his hand.

Only a final sound remained, lingering in the empty, cold bone hall:
"Okay, I'm leaving now. Don't be angry. You can come find me when you're bored."

"Humph."

The drought demon let out a very soft, cold snort.

The lingering shadows within the hall were instantly and completely burned away by an invisible heat.

Without leaving a trace.

The hall returned to deathly silence, with only the eternal howling of wind and snow outside.

The drought demon turned its gaze back to the raging wind and snow outside the palace, but the emptiness in its blood-red eyes was no longer the void it had been before.

A faint, indescribable light slowly flickered in the depths of her bloodshot eyes.

"A third-tier being annihilates a fourth-tier divine being's true form."

Her red lips moved slightly as she silently savored those words.

His strikingly beautiful face now held a hint of something intriguing.

The next moment, she leaned against the throne.

Like a reflection cast into water, it fades away silently.

Completely immersed in the eerie silence of this palace of bones.

Meanwhile on the other side.

Inside the Great Wall in the Arctic.

Night had fallen, and the streets were nearly deserted.

Fang Qingyu and the others walked through the familiar streets toward the secluded courtyard where they used to live.

Behind him were more than 10,000 followers, temporarily housed in military barracks, awaiting the rise of the City of Dawn.

Although the conditions were rudimentary.

But no one complained.

Back in that familiar little courtyard, I pushed open the creaking wooden door.

The snow in the courtyard has been cleared, revealing the dark blue-green stone slabs.

The fatigue from days of travel and intense mental strain overwhelmed everyone instantly.

"You're all tired, go and get some rest."

Wei Banmeng's cool voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness as she waved her hand.

"I'll be busy tomorrow too."

Everyone nodded silently, dragging their weary bodies to their own rooms.

The soft sound of the wooden door opening and closing was particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.

Fang Qingyu walked into his simply furnished room and closed the door behind him.

The lights were off inside; only a faint light from outside the window outlined the blurry contours of the tables, chairs, and bed.

Fang Qingyu did not rest immediately.

I just stood quietly by the window and watched.

A moment later, Fang Qingyu quietly pushed open the door again and went out.

Without disturbing anyone, it blended into the night.

Walking in the street.

Fang Qingyu's mind stirred slightly.

The diagram immediately appeared before my eyes.

Fang Qingyu gently turned to the page about the Shattered Star Dipper.

My eyes were fixed on the latest notifications that appeared at the very bottom.

[A fundamental-level inherited imprint has been detected: "The Primordial Creation Strategy"!]

[In-depth analysis of the branding is complete! Inheritance compatibility assessment: Extremely high!]

[Should I immediately activate the inheritance and begin the "Primordial Creation Strategy" cultivation?]

[Warning! Prerequisites not met!]

[Required Achievement: Starfall Perfection (Current: Starfall 10)]

[Needs to be forged: Spirit Platform (Currently: Not yet forged)]

[Forced termination activated; inheritance channel temporarily closed.]

Please meet the prerequisites as soon as possible!

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