The next day.
The Martial Alliance officially issued a global announcement.
[Global Announcement]
[To all martial artists and citizens worldwide,]
[In light of the impending catastrophe arriving in one month, the Martial Alliance has convened an emergency meeting and decided to initiate the Global Defense Infrastructure Construction Plan. This disaster is expected to bring unprecedented threats, and we must unite to withstand this calamity together.]
[1. Martial organizations, government agencies, research institutions, and all capable individuals worldwide are urged to respond immediately and participate in the development and construction of defense systems.]
[2. Priority will be given to constructing defense facilities in major cities, strategic locations, and densely populated areas, including but not limited to energy shields, automated defense turrets, and detection radars.]
[3. All martial artists must remain highly vigilant, intensify individual and team combat training, and ensure rapid and effective deployment when the disaster strikes.]
[4. Citizens worldwide are advised to stay updated through official channels, adhere to safety guidelines, and take personal protective measures to ensure their safety.]
[5. The Martial Alliance will establish a Special Operations Task Force to coordinate global defense efforts and provide timely updates to the public.]
[We are fully aware of the severity of this challenge, but we firmly believe that as long as the world stands united, no difficulty is insurmountable. Let us join hands and defend our homeland together, facing this unprecedented trial head-on.]
As soon as the announcement was released, it sparked intense reactions online.
"Damn! The Alliance’s global announcement… So the Night King’s declaration of war was real?!"
"One month… That’s way too short!"
"No, no—this time, we’re mobilizing the entire world’s resources, plus martial artists and array masters working together. We’ll definitely build defenses strong enough to hold off the Night Organization!"
"Exactly! Not to mention, we still have the Alliance’s leader, Leng Qingqiu. We will succeed!"
"That’s right! Trust the Alliance!"
On the same day, the Martial Alliance immediately issued recruitment orders, calling for global talents in array formations, scientific research, and construction.
Inside the Alliance’s high-level command center, orders were rapidly relayed downward.
Projects were either approved or rejected one after another.
"Sir, here’s the draft we worked on overnight."
"We plan to use teleportation arrays to gather the population in the world’s largest central city and erect steel walls around it!"
"The walls will be inscribed with defensive arrays. Of course, in the end… we’ll need you, sir, to reinforce them with a layer of psychic defense."
"Additionally, we’ll construct underground residential zones beneath the central city, expanding infinitely downward to ensure humanity’s survival!"
"To address food and water shortages, we’ve also enlisted the Gu Family—their latest technology allows for self-sustaining cultivation of resources!"
The head of the Research Department presented the plan to Leng Qingqiu in detail.
Leng Qingqiu gave a slight nod, silently approving the operation. "Time is of the essence. Mobilize all personnel and resources you need," she said solemnly.
"Yes, sir!"
Meanwhile, local Alliance branches activated teleportation arrays en masse, evacuating civilians to the central city for shelter.
At the Jianghai City teleportation point, long lines had formed.
Some wore expressions of confusion—just yesterday, they had been going about their daily routines, working and living normally. But after the Night King’s declaration the previous night…
They now understood—war was coming.
One by one, people queued up to enter the teleportation arrays.
The Martial Alliance’s official channels began explaining the relocation plan and introducing the central city’s design.
Details included the city’s defensive measures and the underground living arrangements.
Above ground, all open spaces would be cleared for defensive and offensive installations, while humans would reside underground.
This approach drew mixed reactions.
Some felt it was excessive—wasn’t the Night King just one man? Couldn’t the world’s combined strength defeat him?
Many didn’t understand.
But others argued that this was the safest option—the Alliance was prioritizing civilian safety above all else.
"If you don’t want to live underground, then stay above and fight the Night Organization yourself."
Some outright refused to leave their cities, dismissing the Alliance’s measures as exaggerated. They believed the Night Organization couldn’t possibly possess the power to destroy the world.
As time passed…
Half a month later.
Through the combined efforts of the Array Formation Department and martial artists wielding extraordinary powers, towering steel walls—thousands of meters high—rose around the central city.
The walls’ surfaces were engraved with intricate defensive arrays. Overlaying them, golden divine dragons coiled around the perimeter, further reinforced by an overwhelming psychic barrier.
Any intruder would be obliterated instantly.
At the Alliance headquarters’ top floor—
"Sir, the majority of the population has been successfully relocated."
"However, a small number refuse to enter the central city. Some have even attacked Alliance personnel, convinced this is some grand conspiracy. They’d rather stay outside."
"The martial artists from various cities are still verifying the civilians remaining within their jurisdictions. Once confirmed, the teleportation arrays will be deactivated."
Shangguan Miaoyin reported respectfully.
Leng Qingqiu gave a slight nod. "You may leave."
"Yes!"
As Shangguan Miaoyin departed, Leng Qingqiu let out a quiet sigh.
The reason she had taken such measures was precisely because she knew Gu Yan's impending catastrophe would be anything but simple.
If conventional defensive methods were employed, the casualties would undoubtedly be catastrophic.
Only by acting this way could the losses be minimized.
She understood Gu Yan wasn’t joking.
No matter what, there were still half a month left...
Leng Qingqiu had already realized this was a deliberate respite Gu Yan had granted them.
......
......
Forbidden Zone of Monsters.
Within a space resembling a vast pink ocean, where lush pink grass stretched endlessly—
Wang Yulan was crafting bodies one after another using the power of life.
The method was simple.
She would extract a black tendril embedded in the pink grass, then channel life energy into it.
Doing so would automatically identify the soul fragment within the tendril and generate a corresponding physical vessel.
Hum!
A dazzling light flickered, and before Wang Yulan appeared a fully clothed body.
Why it came with clothing, Wang Yulan honestly didn’t understand.
She could only attribute it to the miraculous effects of life energy, capable of perfectly reconstructing a person’s physical form.
At that moment—
Wang Yulan suddenly sensed a chilling presence. She whirled around.
There, standing with his hands behind his back, was Gu Yan.
"Gu... Gu Yan."
Wang Yulan quickly stood up. Huh? If Gu Yan was here, did that mean everything was over?
Gu Yan swept his gaze across the area.
Rows of bodies had already been crafted and stored within the tendrils.
He gave a faint nod before looking at Wang Yulan. "Soon, more souls will arrive. Given your current strength, the process will be strenuous. I shall bestow upon you a fragment of death energy to help you better comprehend the power of life."
With that—
Gu Yan raised a finger. Hum!
A wisp of gray death energy entered Wang Yulan’s forehead.
In an instant—
The forces of death and life intertwined, and an inexplicable realization dawned upon Wang Yulan.
She froze...
Huh? Her understanding of life seemed to have deepened.
She tentatively tested it—whoosh!
A body materialized out of thin air.
Wang Yulan’s eyes lit up with delight. "This is..."
But when she looked up, Gu Yan had already vanished.
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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
