Faced with the utterly baffling task assigned to him by the Dawn Temple, Lin Qi could only accept it.
After making arrangements for matters in the Gallic Empire and leaving capable men behind to guard every location, Lin Qi was preparing to take his retinue to the imperial capital of the Great Flame Dynasty—now renamed Flame City—when a thumb-sized piece of jade at his waist suddenly began to throb violently.
The pale-golden jade emitted a buzzing, cicada-like hum, jerking as violently as a fish flung from the water.
Lin Qi stared at the jade in surprise. After pondering for quite some time, he finally recalled where it had come from.
Shaking his head with a miserable expression, Lin Qi helplessly returned to No. 1 Glory Street. He swiftly took out one magic formation disc after another, all prepared long ago, and arranged them in the secret chamber, setting up an ultra-long-distance communication magic formation. This formation allowed two people separated by immense distances to speak as if face-to-face, but its consumption was equally staggering.
Converted into gold coins, the magic materials consumed would be worth roughly thirty thousand gold coins per snap of the fingers.
For a typical miser like Lin Qi, spending thirty thousand gold coins in the time it took to snap his fingers was practically carving flesh from his body.
On the distant Eastern Continent, in Twin Sun Red Dragon City of the Blood Qin Empire, deep within the newly renovated imperial palace, Ying Zheng stood atop a high tower in an ordinary, loose robe of coarse cotton, surveying the entirety of Twin Sun Red Dragon City. His gaze was profound, slicing through the veil of cloud and mist like a blade and taking in everything within a thousand-mile radius.
Wei Yao, the founding Grand Commandant of