The third day of the ninth month. Clear skies.
The Pearl River Army jogged forward in orderly ranks, with other armies from the Literary World ahead of and behind them.
Today, the fourteen armies of the Literary World's seven kingdoms advanced toward the Combat Zone together.
Peaks large and small surrounded the whole of Two Worlds Mountain. After jogging for four hours, the army of 2.8 million rounded a mountain, and the view suddenly opened up as they entered the Combat Zone.
Beneath the same azure sky, an extraordinarily broad expanse stretched ahead.
The peaks on either side stood dozens of li away, while countless human buildings lay ahead, with people of every description hurrying to and fro.
At the far end of the Combat Zone stood a towering, pitch-black city wall.
Mounted on his horse, Fang Yun looked up at it. The enormous wall stretched fifty li long and rose two hundred zhang high.
Everyone from the Literary World was stunned by the wall before them, as tall as a two-hundred-story building. They had never imagined that a city wall could tower above so many mountain peaks.
The top of the wall seemed to reach into the clouds. Lofty and imposing, its black surface gleamed with a metallic sheen, like a fortress of black iron holding tremendous power-as though this very wall supported the sky over the Saint Origin Continent.
In a sense, this massive, majestic wall was the true Two Worlds Mountain.
As the officers and soldiers gazed at the enormous wall, their vision grew hazy. In their perception, it was not merely a wall cast from enormous stones, molten iron, or some other divine material, but an ancient, weathered giant warrior, holding aloft a fearless shield as he faced the endless demon barbarians.
Countless voices seemed to