Translator: AnubisTL
As Jieming had predicted, the stalemate at the negotiation table shattered with astonishing speed after the nations once again experienced the terror of the sky being torn apart.
His Majesty the King and the High Priest of the Temple jointly declared that the will of the divine being had descended.
The conflict between humans and orcs was temporarily set aside, and a hastily yet meticulously drafted alliance was swiftly forged under the spirit's witness.
Though the elven kingdom maintained partial neutrality, its mission signed a "non-aggression treaty" and pledged to provide resource assistance when necessary.
A full-scale offensive against the "foreign demons" was immediately put on the agenda.
The moment the alliance was sealed, Elosia City erupted like a powder keg ignited, plunging into a frenzy of feverish fervor.
Conscription notices plastered every street and alleyway, horns blared incessantly, their thunderous roars shaking the heavens.
Blacksmiths' forges roared through the night, their fiery glow painting the night sky crimson as countless swords and armor were forged around the clock.
City guards in silver armor patrolled with sharp eyes and unwavering resolve, their demeanor now tinged with a grim determination and heightened vigilance compared to their usual composure.
Jieming stood on the high balcony of his residence, gazing down at the city ablaze with the passion of war.
He could clearly sense an unprecedented surge of power rising from every corner of the royal capital—a massive wave of Mortal Dust Qi woven from fear, anger, fanaticism, piety, and hatred!
In recent days, the Mortal Dust Qi stored within his inner space had been accumulating at an alarming rate, becoming both extraordinarily active and unprecedentedly chaotic.
"The time has come," Jieming murmured, gazing up at the sky.
As night fell, under the cover of darkness, Jieming silently moved through the capital's darkest corners.
Following the rune traces he had discovered during the day, he precisely located the nodes of the three massive magic formations he had identified.
The first formation lay beneath an abandoned temple on the eastern edge of the capital.
The air hung thick with the stench of decay, and cobwebs draped every surface.
Jieming donned specialized gloves, his fingertips glowing faintly as he lightly touched the runes carved into the stone walls.
Closing his eyes, he channeled his mental power deep into the runes, activating his long-dormant analysis art to sense the flow of energy within them.
Like a surgeon probing a patient's body, he meticulously examined the formation's vital points, starting with this rune as his entry point.
Soon, drawing on his extensive knowledge, he identified several subtle structural flaws and irrationalities in the energy circuits.
Jieming retrieved several specialized Rune Pens and refined Demonic Beast Crystal Cores from his space expansion pouch. Without disrupting the original structure, he meticulously fine-tuned and improved the runes.
Using the Rune Pens, he traced subtle extension lines along the edges of the existing runes, these lines seamlessly integrating into the magic formation's energy circuit like veins.
Having resolved the issues with this formation, he moved on to the second one.
This formation was located beneath an ancient well in the northern part of the royal capital, connected to the city's intricate underground water veins.
The area was even more humid, permeated by the earthy, pungent smell of damp soil.
Jieming repeated his previous methods, fine-tuning and optimizing this formation as well.
He even incorporated his understanding of spirit veins from the cultivation system, allowing the formation to better utilize the underground water veins as a medium for energy transmission.
As he worked diligently, his mind fully focused on correcting the runes, the Five Aggregates Rainbow Transformation Mirror suddenly issued a warning.
Through the scouting eye's keen senses, Jieming detected a faint, almost imperceptible "anomalous" qi.
However, the entity quickly sensed Jieming's presence as well. It seemed to be engaged in some clandestine activity in the area and had no intention of confronting him, quietly retreating into the distance.
Jieming's heart stirred, but he didn't pause his work. "The other wizards...?"
The final magic formation lay deep within an abandoned noble estate in the southern part of the royal city.
Upon arriving at the estate, Jieming couldn't help but marvel. The creator of this formation possessed remarkable skill, having chosen an exceptionally suitable location.
In terms of the cultivation system, the estate was connected to the "death qi" nexus beneath the royal capital, making it an ideal site for deploying a formation.
However, this connection also made the place eerily desolate, the air thick with the stench of decay.
The formation itself was well-crafted, requiring no modifications. After a thorough inspection, Jieming quietly withdrew.
As the eastern horizon began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, Jieming silently returned to his own residence.
Without resting, he immediately entered his secret chamber, his eyes, weary yet exhilarated, fixed on the meticulously revised map of the underground rune network beneath the royal capital.
The three major magic formations on the map now appeared even clearer in his mind's eye.
After a final, exhaustive check to confirm everything was in order, Jieming casually wiped his hand across the parchment. The map instantly burst into flames. "The preliminary preparations are complete. Now it's just a matter of finding the right moment to activate them."
When asked when that moment would be, Jieming's answer was: the sooner, the better.
In short, today!
Daylight vanished swiftly, and the night descended like thick ink, shrouding Elosia City in profound silence.
The clamor of the streets had long subsided, leaving only the occasional flickering magic streetlights casting mottled shadows across the damp cobblestones.
Yet, deep beneath the city, another drama was unfolding in secret.
Jieming's figure moved like a phantom, gliding silently through the labyrinthine sewers beneath the royal capital.
Icy sewage lapped at his ankles, and the air hung thick with the stench of decay and dampness.
Occasionally, startled by his presence, fat rats scurried past his feet in a panic.
But he paid them no heed, his scouting eye operating at full power, meticulously scanning every inch of the surrounding space.
He had decided: tonight was the night to activate the magic formations.
Once activated, there would be no turning back.
With the operation imminent, he no longer bothered to conceal his presence. His formidable mental power surged outward from him in all directions, sweeping through every corner of the sewer system to detect any potential enemies.
However, the usually silent sewers seemed unusually lively tonight.
"Hmm?"
His advancing figure froze abruptly.
His fully activated scouting eye had detected several anomalous energy fluctuations.
Each of these energy signatures carried a distinct witchcraft resonance!
"Oh, so everyone's dropping the pretense now? Looks like we all had the same idea," Jieming murmured, a smirk playing on his lips.
Mindful of the wizards' consensus, Jieming refrained from approaching rashly. Instead, he chose a concealed corner to wait quietly.
Soon, four indistinct figures converged silently on his location from different directions.
Each moved with practiced agility, navigating the sewer's labyrinthine passages with ease, clearly having operated here for some time.
(End of the Chapter)
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