The next day.
Jiang Mian arrived at the top of Fortress Number Six on the Great Wall in the capacity of "Investigating Envoy Jiang."
Looking around, aside from the soldiers holding fixed positions, quite a few troops were coming and going.
Their formations were neat, yet their steps hurried. They appeared to be heading out to relieve the watch.
There were seven Defense Zones in total, each containing six gigantic fortresses arranged in a row, making them fairly easy to identify.
These fortresses appeared independent of one another, but teleportation gates had actually been installed within them.
Once soldiers entered a gate, they would be transported to a "transfer station" in the virtual realm for redeployment. Upon emerging, they could arrive directly at their destination.
Wherever supplies or manpower were needed, they could be replenished at once, binding the interiors of these distant giant fortresses together like a solid sheet of iron.
Naturally, all of this was Yang Xin's handiwork.
The small and medium-sized fortresses on the outskirts, however, did not receive the same treatment.
If too many "gates" existed within one area, they would exert gravitational pull on one another, destabilizing space and eventually causing "collapse."
For safety's sake, this defensive model had been adopted.
Jiang Mian cast her gaze into the distance, past the clusters of bunkers and the trench zone, all the way to the sea of blood far away.
It stretched beyond sight, its other end hidden within the Mist. One could not help but wonder whether the portion revealed before them was merely a corner of its colossal body.
After all, the [Blood Sea Sword Tomb] had existed for over a century. It was an undisputed peak Eighth-tier entity.
Even from such a great distance, Jiang Mian could smell its sharp, nauseating stench of blood.