These square sections were enormous, averaging five hundred meters on each side. At the edge of one such square, two Night Watchmen stood facing each other, their hands pressed to the ground. The rock-hard surface swiftly melted into churning liquid, like a square muddy swimming pool.
A helicopter suspended a silver metal block beneath it and slowly lowered it into the mud until it was completely submerged. Then the two Night Watchmen acted again, solidifying the melted ground. From the outside, it looked no different from before.
Guan Zai passed through the square sections and arrived before the city wall. At the top of a giant tower piled from countless silver metal blocks, a figure in a Crimson Cloak was engraving patterns into the metal surface alone.
Using a straight blade as a pen and metal as paper, he was like an artist immersed in his own world. With astonishing speed and precision, he carved intricate, majestic patterns across the metal block, enough to make anyone's scalp tingle at a glance...
After making the final stroke, he waved at the helicopter in the sky. The helicopter abruptly rose, hauling the engraved metal block by its cable to the neighboring Bore Pass.
"You should get some rest." Only then did Guan Zai, who had been watching from the side, finally speak.
"If this keeps up, your divine power will run dry."
"It won't." Lin Qiye calmly raised his blade and continued outlining patterns on the next metal block. "The Power of Faith of Great Xia's people is growing stronger and stronger. My divine power is practically endless now... If I don't use it to engrave forbidden spell formations, it would just go to waste."
"Even if your divine power is endless, your mind will still grow tired... There are still seventy