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Chapter 376 The First Sword at the Dawn of Humanity!! (Please vote with monthly tickets!~)

The Great Wall of the Arctic.

Veteran's Tavern

The heavy wooden door panels kept out the biting cold wind howling outside.

But it couldn't stop the rising heat inside, the spiciness of the cheap tobacco, and the rich aroma of strong ale.

It was nearly evening, and the tavern was packed with people and filled with noise.

The men, who had just been rotated out from the front lines, took off their combat uniforms and put on worn-out cotton-padded jackets or leather vests.

They sat in twos and threes around the rough wooden table.

The crisp sound of rough porcelain bowls colliding, the hearty laughter and curses, and the intermittent sobbing of a harmonica coming from the corner.

It blends together to create the unique warmth characteristic of this extremely cold land.

In the corner near the bar.

A man sat alone.

He looked to be around forty years old, his face etched with the marks of time and indifference.

His eyes were sunken, revealing an almost hollow silence.

It was as if he had witnessed too much wind, snow, and death.

There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He was wearing a faded, dark gray casual jacket with frayed cuffs.

He stood out from the men around him who were wearing standard combat uniforms or thick fur coats.

Sloppiness, or rather, a kind of alienation that shows complete indifference to appearance.

His name is Mo Yan.

A name that served on the Arctic front for a full twenty years.

The name of someone who should have power and status, at least the name of a commander of an elite unit.

However, at this moment, he was just a lone traveler.

He was listed as a basic combatant in the Federal Military Records.

The lone wolf's sole purpose is to obtain permission to hunt outside the city.

On the table in front of him was a rough earthenware bowl.

It contained murky, low-quality ale.

He picked up the bowl, his wrist steady without the slightest tremor, and tilted his head back to gulp down a large mouthful.

The cold liquid slid down my throat, bringing a brief burning sensation, which was then covered by a deeper chill.

A little wine spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he was too lazy to wipe it away.

He let it drip down his stubble.

A small dark patch seeped onto the greasy tabletop.

Twenty years.

From a spirited young man, he has become the silent, solitary wolf he is today.

His existence seems to have only two meanings left.

A murderer, and then, in this noisy tavern.

Numb yourself with the cheapest alcohol.

Waiting for the next time to leave the city.

"Tsk, this awful weather, a sip of alcohol is better than anything else."

A loud complaint came from a nearby table.

It instantly drowned out the surrounding noise.

Mo Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

There were four or five men sitting at the table, the leader of whom was a burly man with a thick beard.

His face bore the red and black marks left by years of wind and sun exposure, and he was slamming his fist on the table, spitting as he spoke.

His name is Hu Biao, and he is also a veteran of the front lines.

They are always well-informed.

"Biaozi, stop howling, you're going to deafen me."

A leaner companion next to him grimaced and rubbed his ear.

"Isn't it just that the crampon tide has just passed and the higher-ups want us to rest for a few days? Can't we just be quiet? Why do we have to make such a fuss?"

"Peace my ass!"

Hu Biao glared, then gulped down another mouthful of wine, making gurgling swallowing sounds. He wiped his mouth, and suddenly put on a mysterious expression. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, but it was enough for the surrounding tables to hear him faintly.

"I'm worried for you guys. You're all huddled here like bumpkins, drinking horse piss. Do you even know what's going on outside? Something huge!"

His deliberately mysterious manner indeed piqued his companions' interest.

A scarred companion next to the lean man immediately leaned closer: "What? Which team got wiped out this time? Or is some important figure coming to inspect?"

"Pshaw! That's nothing."

Hu Biao curled his lip in disdain, looked around, paused deliberately, and enjoyed the attention of everyone before dropping the bombshell, word by word.

“A few days ago, one of my brothers went out of the city on a reconnaissance mission. Guess what he saw by the icy shore by the sea outside the Great Wall?”

"What? Could it be some kind of shaman performing a ritual?"

The scarred man sneered.

"Fuck off!"

Hu Biao punched him in annoyance, but his face was flushed with an almost excited glow.

The sound was lowered, yet it became even clearer.

"Construction site! A huge, damn huge construction site, stretching as far as the eye can see, with machines roaring, crowds of people, and lights as bright as day."

"Construction site?" The lean man frowned.

He glanced around instinctively, his tone carrying a professional wariness.

"It connects to the Ice Sea, and the nearest coastline is over a hundred kilometers from the Great Wall. What are they building there? Secret defensive fortifications? Biaozi, you can't just say things like that. Leaking secrets can cost you your head."

Mo Yan paused almost imperceptibly in the hand holding the wine bowl.

The murky wine swirled gently around the rim of the bowl, reflecting in his deep, pool-like eyes.

"Nonsense! Do you think I don't know the rules?"

Hu Biao glared at the lean man and patted his chest.

"If it weren't for the fact that it's been officially announced, would I dare to make such a fuss here? My brother was just curious, so he went over and asked one of the construction workers who looked like a foreman. He said it himself, it's not some secret fortification."

"Not a fortification? Then what is it? It can't be a house for people to live in, can it?" The scarred man looked incredulous. "In that godforsaken place outside, there are more ghosts than snowflakes. You know that. You can even piss on a patrolling ghost's claws in the middle of the night."

"Hey!" Hu Biao had been waiting for this sentence, and he slapped his thigh.

His face betrayed an uncontainable pride and an excitement at witnessing history.

"You're absolutely right, it's about building houses, building a city, a real city, right outside the Great Wall, on the surface of the icy sea!"

"puff--!"

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"Biaozi, you've been drinking fake alcohol, haven't you?!"

A collective gasp of astonishment erupted instantly, silencing even the sounds of drinking and boasting at the nearby tables.

Countless eyes focused on Hu Biao.

The lean man and the scarred man didn't react much.

However, the way he looked at Hu Biao was as if he were looking at a fool.

"Build a city? Outside the Great Wall?" The wiry man stammered, "Biaozi, do you know what you're saying? Build a city there, who's going to live in it? Ghosts? Or do you think our people aren't dying fast enough, so you're sending them a ready-made meat target?"

"Absolutely true! I swear on my life!"

Hu Biao got angry, stiffened his neck, and spat almost onto his companion's face.

"More than ten thousand people! A sea of ​​black! The noise from the large cranes, drilling rigs, and cement mixers could be heard miles away. The construction worker told my brother himself that this is the name of the Dawn City. Do you think it's fake?!"

His urgent voice trailed off after a brief silence.

This finally caused a commotion.

After all, they dared to make such a guarantee about this matter.
That gives it a slight sense of authenticity.

Mo Yan put down his wine bowl.

The bottom of the bowl tapped lightly on the rough tabletop, making a soft "thud" that was drowned out by the surrounding noise.

For the first time in twenty years, his eyes, which had been silent, lifted.

His gaze pierced through the gaps in the crowd and landed on Hu Biao's face, which was distorted with excitement.

The ears perked up unconsciously.

"Fang Fang Qingyu?"

The scarred man swallowed hard; the name seemed to possess some kind of magic.

He instantly suppressed the sense of absurdity in his heart. "That one? Thor? The one who came back from the City of Injustice and killed a god?"

"Who else could it be but him?!"

Hu Biao nodded vigorously, as if saying that name was enough to prove everything. "Besides him, who else has the guts, who else has the ability to get the Federation to approve starting construction in that godforsaken place?!"

Currently, the entire Federation has only superhumans.

Everyone knows Fang Qingyu.

The scene of countless stars falling from the sky was truly breathtaking.

If it were him
Everything seemed unbelievable, yet there was a sliver of possibility that it might actually exist.

"Why, Coco?"

The lean man frowned deeply, completely baffled.

"Even if the Federation agrees, even if Deep Blue has the money, what are they after?"

"How many men does Captain Fang have under his command at most? A lonely city hangs outside the Great Wall, surrounded by the icy plains of the Deadly Ghosts and the Deadly Ghosts from the sea that could climb up at any moment. How can he defend it?"

"Relying on that small number of people to risk their lives every day? They'd be exhausted to death, and the Federation has absolutely no reason to send a large force to defend the city. This isn't building a city; it's digging our own grave."

Putting aside the question of whether it can be built at all.

Let's set aside the question of whether we can hold on to it.

Why build it there?
That's what everyone is most curious about right now.

A city isolated beyond the Great Wall, lacking a continuous supply of soldiers and materials.

In the vast ocean of fate and ghosts.

Like a lone lamp in a blizzard, it could be extinguished at any moment.

Hu Biao's excitement subsided slightly. He grabbed the wine bowl, took a big gulp, and wiped the wine stains off his beard.

His eyes revealed a complex emotion.

There was admiration, confusion, and a touch of indescribable longing.

He took a deep breath, his voice no longer loud, but echoing clearly in the suddenly quiet tavern.

"Why?" I asked.

"That construction worker was standing under the huge robotic arm, pointing to the foundation that was being poured and the dark, churning sea in the distance."

"He said, 'Brother, do you think our Captain Fang built this city so he could hide inside and play house, or be some kind of pampered lord in the rear?'"

Hu Biao paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were holding their breath in concentration.

"The name 'Dawn' wasn't given lightly. My brother says he still remembers the construction worker's voice clearly."

"This city is a knife! A sharp knife stabbed into the heart of the dead. It will stand at the forefront of the Great Wall, as the first stop for humanity to pierce through the darkness and usher in the true dawn!"

"The Great Wall? The construction worker grinned, with a ruthless, fearless air about him. From now on, the Great Wall will be our logistics support! We, Dawn, will be at the forefront, fighting those bastards to the death!"

After hearing these words.

After a brief silence.

It was the sound of people constantly gasping for air.

At the very front?

A fight to the death with the demons?
This goes beyond mere audacity; it's downright insane.
A kind of extreme madness that involves mutual destruction and living in the face of death!
For decades.

These veterans fought bloody battles on the Great Wall, watching their comrades fall and the defense line crumble under the onslaught of death.

They are used to passive defense.

They've gotten used to struggling behind steel barriers.

Who would have dared to imagine voluntarily wedging a human city into a perilous territory inhabited by demons?

To become a bridgehead that will never fall and can take the initiative?
This requires immense confidence and courage.

The lean man opened his mouth, unable to utter a single word for a long time, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

The scarred man stared blankly, his fingers unconsciously clenching the empty wine bowl, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The men at the other tables around also stopped making noise and fell silent.

Only heavy breathing could be heard.

Anyone who has been there knows just how dangerous it is outside the Great Wall.

No one dared to say that they would come back alive every time they went.

After hearing Hu Biao's words, they understood why Fang Qingyu wanted to build the city there.

This city is not a place for living.

It's for fighting.
It's like a war-torn city, where every day, every hour, is a state of war.

The city may face an attack from the dead at any time.
And this Captain Fang, knowing full well the risks involved...

Yet they still chose to build the city there.
Such courage is rare in the world.

“So,” Hu Biao’s voice broke the silence, “my brother was dumbfounded at the time and asked them, ‘Are you hiring?’”

Everyone's ears perked up again.

Hu Biao's face turned extremely serious as he slowly said:
"Confess! Of course we'll confess! The city's been built, so someone has to guard it, someone has to stab the devil in the back!"

"But at dawn, only one type of person will emerge." His gaze swept across the room as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.
"Willing to fight to the death with the demons of fate."

"A fight to the death!"

Mo Yan, who was in the corner, suddenly shuddered.

Deep within those eyes, which had been silent for twenty years, as if all flames had long been extinguished.

Suddenly, a crimson light burst forth.

His sitting posture remained unchanged, but his right hand, which was under the table and resting on his knee, suddenly clenched its five fingers.

The rough knuckles made a soft cracking sound from excessive force, and instantly turned white from being squeezed.

A fierce aura, suppressed for far too long, leaked uncontrollably from his hunched body.

This sent a chill down the spine of a man at the next table who was about to raise his glass.

Looking around blankly.

To the death or to the end
Mo Yan slowly loosened his clenched fist.

Four deep, whitish fingernail marks were left on the palm of his hand.

He picked up the bowl of cloudy, cold ale in front of him, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Bang!"

He slammed the rough earthenware wine bowl heavily onto the greasy table.

It made a muffled sound, but didn't attract much attention.

The tavern was still reeling from the shocking news brought by Hu Biao.

Mo Yan stood up.

His movements were somewhat stiff, even trembling slightly.

He didn't even glance at the noisy crowd around him, but simply pulled out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket and casually placed them under the wine bowl.

He then turned around and pushed open the heavy wooden shop door.

The wind on the street wasn't too strong.

However, the wind still made his thin, old coat sway incessantly.

The wind ruffled his already neglected gray hair.

Mo Yan walked forward step by step, his back slightly hunched.

At first, my steps were a little unsteady, treading through the thick snow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

But as he walked, his back gradually straightened up.

The crimson light that had been shining in those deep-set eyes had not been extinguished.

Instead, it burned brighter and brighter in the wind and snow.

It's getting hotter and hotter.

A thing that had been dormant for twenty years and long forgotten.
A thrilling, tingling sensation.

Climbing up his spine.

It bit down hard on his nerve endings.

In a corner unseen by anyone, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards very slowly.

It eventually settled into an almost ferocious arc.

"breaking Dawn."

Outside the Great Wall in the Arctic.

The deepest depths.

This is a true no-man's land.

The thick, lead-gray clouds, like a giant coffin lid, pressed down on the desolate white wasteland below.

The gale here has gained ultimate freedom.

It roared endlessly.

In the center of this despairing white.

A solitary peak pierces the ice cap, stubbornly pointing towards the gloomy sky.

The summit is sharp as a spear, and no snow can stay there.

Right here at the very top.

A figure sat quietly cross-legged.

It is Fang Qingyu.

His body was covered in a combat suit that shimmered with deep, star-like crystals.

They remained motionless amidst the raging blizzard.

Ice crystals and snowflakes pelted him relentlessly, leaving no trace.

They were then shaken away by an invisible force field.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu's eyes were closed.

His face was as calm as a lake, as if he were one with the iceberg beneath him and with the raging world.

They fell into a very mysterious state.

Just like when the Wuxiang Heart Sutra was first activated.

I entered an out-of-body state.

Consciousness broke free from the heavy constraints of the body.

It's like breaking free from gravity.

It floats lightly in the air thousands of feet above this polar ice field.

Below, there is a vast, boundless white desert.

The fierce winds have sculpted it into jagged wrinkles and deep ravines.

In the distance, the dark blue Arctic Sea surged, with massive icebergs slowly drifting and colliding on the gray surface, emitting a deep, thunderous roar.

But this is not an ordinary bird's-eye view.

In Fang Qingyu's perception at this moment.

Beneath this seemingly desolate icy plain and inky sea lies...

It was teeming with unimaginable filth and murderous intent.

Thick, dark "rivers," exuding a nauseating aura of decay and chaos, meander slowly through the depths of the earth, beneath ice caps, and in the deep sea, like the veins of a living creature.

That was a torrent formed by the convergence of life-giving ghosts.

Countless tiny, filthy specks of light, representing low-level ghost individuals.

Like maggots attached to the walls of blood vessels.

They rise and fall, converge and sink in this torrent.

And further south, there is the Great Wall of the Arctic, an iron wall stretching across the edge of the ice field.

It is like a thin thread struggling to maintain its light amidst the onslaught of a filthy torrent.

Countless tiny but pure and resilient specks of light are distributed on it.

This is what a superhuman is.

A kind of "momentum" so grand as to be almost like the laws of nature.

The current situation of both parties was clearly presented in Fang Qingyu's mind.

The text of the Heart Sutra flows silently in the lake of my heart.

Every word shines like a star.

He contemplated himself, the world around him, and the clash between filth and light.

Consciousness travels and experiences across ice fields, deep trenches, and even storms.

Time has lost its meaning here.

It might take a few hours, or it might take several days.

suddenly
That Arctic Great Wall defense line, so fragile under the onslaught of filth, yet never extinguished.

The tenacious and indomitable spirit it exuded was the same as the thought that burst forth when the Formless Heart Sutra in Fang Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness was operated to its limit.

A mysterious resonance occurred.

It was as if an invisible bridge had been instantly connected.

"Om-!"

Fang Qingyu, who was sitting cross-legged atop the icy peak, suddenly had his dormant star crystals burst forth with dazzling light.

The light was cool and profound, like the radiance of an entire galaxy condensed into its own.

It pierced through the raging blizzard and thick leaden clouds that enveloped the mountaintop in an instant.

Soaring straight into the sky!

However, the light only lasted for a moment before it suddenly receded inward.

Like all rivers flowing into the sea, they all converged into Fang Qingyu's body.

Consciousness returned instantly.

Fang Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

Between the opening and closing of her starry eyes, the swirling phantom of the Milky Way flashed by.

The depths of his pupils seemed to hold the birth and death of the universe.

A more harmonious and vast aura naturally emanated from him.

It seems to be even more in harmony with this world.

The raging blizzard that surrounded him approached within a foot of his body.

It was as if we had bumped into an invisible barrier.

They instantly became docile.

Fang Qingyu's mind stirred slightly, and a diagram that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

The pages turn.

It stops at the page about the Shattered Star Dipper.

Your eyes scan the prompt text below:
Congratulations! Your core skill "Formless Heart Sutra" has reached Lv.3 (0/40000)!

The ultimate realm!

In just half a month.

From beginner to expert.

Also means.

Fang Qingyu accumulated 300 skill points in the past two weeks.

Fang Qingyu, who had previously relied solely on his own cultivation, was well aware of how fast this was.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

After all, there aren't as many different types of new-life demons here in the Arctic as there are in the City of Injustice.

Moreover, the spirits here are organized and orderly.

The hunting difficulty is definitely higher than that in the City of Injustice.

It's already quite impressive to have achieved this much in just half a month.

However, progress in understanding the Heart Sutra does not necessarily signify anything.

The map is flipped through again, returning to the homepage.

Fang Qingyu looked at his control panel.

Fang Qingyu

【Starfall: 33 (Three Limit Breaks)】

[Candlelight: 88 (Second Limit Break)]

For the past two weeks, aside from grinding skill points during the day...

Fang Qingyu was also doing three or four part-time jobs at the same time at night, frantically grinding for attribute points.

When both attribute points and skill points are invested.

In the past two weeks, the Pan Nian attribute, which had previously broken its limit once, has now broken its limit a second time.

And he is only one step away from breaking the limit three times.

If this pace continues, the spiritual platform that has broken through limits four times will soon be satisfied.
At the same time, regarding body-refining techniques.

Fang Qingyu also refined Xingqiong's Undying Body to Lv.2.

Therefore, the meteorite attribute also increased significantly.

We've at least completed one-third of the progress.

We are one step closer to meeting the prerequisites.

After the time comes to begin cultivating the Invincible Technique.

Fang Qingyu can then refocus his attention on his cultivation.

The crisp, cold wind, carrying the salty tang of the icy sea, brushed against my face.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up, preparing to continue hunting down the Fate Ghosts.

For the past two weeks, the main source of skill points has been the army of Fate Ghosts.

Only within the army would there be some unfortunate souls whom Fang Qingyu had not yet killed.

Therefore, it is quite difficult.

Fang Qingyu was surrounded by a faint starlight.

It was about to soar into the sky.

In that very instant
A soft, slightly accented federal accent resonated deep within his heart.

"Brother Yu! There's something going on at the construction site!"

(End of this chapter)