Dual Tower Flames

At this moment, Wu Heng stood within the tower flame of the branch tower he had applied to establish, surrounded as though he were standing amid blazing fire.

Silent Hill before him warped like simmered syrup and poured into the tower body, gradually forming a tangible dark-red structure.

Silent Hill was simply too vast. Though it had shrunk somewhat under the forging flames, its borders were still beyond sight.

As it continued to merge, the aura emanating from the tower body grew increasingly ancient.

Meanwhile, on the candlelit path outside, the Tower Masters who had come to watch were gradually turning serious, because a full hour had already passed.

That amount of time had already surpassed ordinary Tower Masters and could be considered a sign of deep reserves.

Then time continued to pass.

Two hours, three hours.

The Tower Masters present could no longer remain calm. Their faces were filled with shock, and even the Paper Person Tower Master's eyes widened. Earlier, when he had announced his tower-building time in public, it had been an expression of confidence.

At the time, one shichen—two hours—had already left ordinary Tower Masters such as Black Skull far behind.

Yet this newly promoted Tower Master's branch tower had taken so long and was still undergoing refinement.

The Tower Masters immediately began discussing among themselves.

"How powerful is his Lighthouse Foundation, exactly?"

"Yeah, I'm really curious too."

"My foundation covered the area of an entire town, yet it only took forty-five minutes. And the longer it went on, the faster the smelting became. At this rate, could his Lighthouse Foundation cover ten towns?"

They had already reported what was happening here to their respective association heads, yet none of them intended to leave. Tower Masters not only had to guard reality, but also manage their