Chapter 577: Silly-Goose Boss Fang Has Already Arrived on the Continent

The language of this world differed from that of Lingzhou, boasting a sprawling lineage of branches; there was the Lingzhou-like linguistic system inherited from the East, as well as the direct method of psychic communication Jessica had employed during her initial encounter with Fang Qi.

Of course, there existed yet another: a peculiar, foundational magic known as the Enlightenment Spell.

After Jessica provided a wave of remote instruction, followed by a succession of refining processes, any linguistic barriers for Fang Qi and his companions vanished entirely.

"Hiss—! This city is actually this prosperous?! Achoo!" Walking along the urban thoroughfares, Fang Qi could not help but let out a sneeze, looking left and peering right with utter lack of self-awareness.

The populace consisted predominantly of humans resembling the Western ethnicities of Fang Qi’s previous life, though there was no shortage of black-haired, black-eyed Easterners cloaked in robes, hurrying past with solemn steps.

What astonished Fang Qi most was the presence of various non-human entities here, possessing beastly heads upon humanoid bodies and manifesting in diverse forms.

Perhaps this city was grand enough, more expansive even than Yuanyang City, yet compared to the truly majestic strongholds of the continent, it still appeared utterly minuscule.

The architecture largely favored a style akin to medieval white walls and red tiles; behind them, within a colossal circular fountain, pristine water sprayed forth, while neatly manicured green branches encircled the stone basin, and the snow-white stone benches lining the streets bore not a speck of dust.

Nor was every citizen more formidable than grand cultivators like Gu Tingyun; upon this boundlessly vast continent, those of ordinary cultivation still constituted the majority, yet even among the casual passersby in the crowd, Fang Qi could discern several intensely powerful auras.

Two rows of heavy knights clad in silver armor marched through, their bodies radiating a palpable aura of grim slaughter.

"Is this... the broader world Jessica spoke of...?"

Fang Qi well remembered that on this continent, the highest denomination of currency was the very kind of golden stone imbued with terrifying energy that Jessica had wagered with him before.

Here, they were called "Golden Dragon Eyes," objects one could not even hope to glimpse upon the Lingzhou continent.

Naturally, for the common folk, transactional items akin to spirit stones were not absent.

Fang Qi could therefore conduct his trades here with peace of mind.

This was a continent teeming with the endless treasures of Mother Nature, its sheer vastness defying belief, and within the depths of this land, more than a single plane lay hidden.

Sure enough, Fang Qi beheld a projected phantom before him, depicting a contest between a human and a grand dragon; torrents of flame, frost, and lightning erupted from the dragon's maw, traversing thousands of meters without their potency waning in the slightest. One capable of battling such a terrifying dragon could absolutely be no nameless nobody; the man garbed in fiery red robes chanted softly, the radiance of divine magic enveloping heaven and earth, and as the surrounding crowd witnessed this magnificent image of combat, their gasps of awe rose like a tsunami.

The roaring din of battle in his ears, mingled with the dragon's bellows and the interwoven voices of the crowd, converged into a boiling cauldron of noise.

"An ancient dragon, it is actually an ancient dragon!"

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A withered leaf, like a dusky butterfly flapping its wings, settled gently upon Fang Qi’s shoulder.

Autumn had arrived.

Autumn was the season when all creation withered, a time when life fell silent, perished, and went into hibernation.

The scent of decaying vegetation seemed to infect Fang Qi’s mood, prompting him to release a soft, subtle sigh.

Between this heaven and earth, there were not only two suns, but likewise two moons; on clear nights, one could see a splendid red moon and a blue moon hanging high in the sky.

Miraculous and magnificent.

Across the land wound lofty mountain ranges with towering peaks, those exceeding ten thousand meters appearing everywhere; rivers surged, gathering into streams, lakes, and seas, while cities of various sizes were scattered across the landscape like a tapestry of stars.

Far away, upon a giant peak that pierced the long sky like a sharp sword, atop a ten-thousand-fathom cliff as smooth as if sheared by a blade, pristine snow and ice accumulated; at the summit of the mountain, a white, grand, giant spire sat at the absolute center of the peak.

The apex of the spire was encircled by six distinct golden patterns of light, resembling a luminous beacon that shone as brightly as a star even in the night.

Dark hair, like a wildly surging wave of the sea, spilled across a throne inlaid with fiery red gems and draped in white fur as flawless as snow.

A woman sat there in a pale golden gown, a glimpse of snow-white skin appearing like a passing phantom from within the silk-smooth robe; her face was as aloof as a goddess and as flawless as white jade, the slanted tilt of her eyebrows lending her an even greater air of cold arrogance.

"How fares the campaign on the side of the Judgment Hall?"

"No reports of victory have arrived just yet," replied a dignified middle-aged man clad in silver armor.

"Has the Chief Judgment Master of the Hall, the 'Eternal Flame,' already brought the 'Archanum Ancient Dragon' under his banner?"

"The spell projection has already been displayed to the world," the middle-aged man said.

"Between myself and that Blazing Flame Judgment Master of the Judgment Hall, who do you deem the stronger?"

"Naturally, it is Your Highness the Princess," the middle-aged man said, bowing his head.

"Your Highness, have you gone to provoke those ancient existences again? It truly brings one a headache..."

She paid it no heed whatsoever, a trace of wild arrogance surfacing in her eyes: "Never having tasted the flavor of defeat is a grievance indeed..."

The corners of her mouth even bore a somewhat wanton, cold smile: "Is there truly no one who can best me?"

"Whether they be plain of appearance, hideous, or even from beyond this plane, it matters not, if such a person exists." Gazing at the red moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, she lightly tilted her exquisite, smooth chin. "To what extent do you think the lineage of our offspring would be powerful?"

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No matter where one was, nor in what world, autumn was always a bleak season filled with the air of twilight and decay; yet on this incomparably remote and beautiful continent, there remained a place where blossoms still flourished in abundance.

This immense space was flooded with a vibrant vitality utterly distinct from the outside world; strange golden lights shimmered in the sky, flickering and leaping like tadpoles with boundless agility.

Though seemingly devoid of rules, they secretly aligned with the tracks of the stars, the rotation of the sun and moon, unceasing day and night.

"Swain." An old man in a grey robe, leaning on a cane, entered this transcendent space that seemed removed from the mortal world.

In mid-air, the wind of tassels acted like thin, invisible wings, gently cradling a silver-haired man whose grim countenance looked as though it were carved by a blade.

"What is it?"

When they opened, those eyes—weathered as if hailing from antiquity—seemed to return from the endless void, their divine light bursting forth like thunder.

The grey-robed old man chuckled: "So many years have passed, yet you retain this same old manner; is there not a shred of hospitality in you?"

"I merely felt something in my heart and have only just withdrawn from that state of 'enlightenment,'" the silver-haired man named Swain said calmly. "My friend, how have you been of late?"

The old man said with deep meaning: "It is rare indeed to have the Guardian of the Wind utter the words 'my friend'; in this entire continent, there are likely few who merit it."

"I heard you traveled to the distant East and have only just returned?"

The old man laughed heartily: "That lot simply spends their days arguing over who is number one beneath heaven, so the old master gave them a thorough thrashing, Hahaha!"

"Across the entire continent, the only one capable of besting that venerable one is likely you alone."

"Not necessarily; is it not still a truth that beyond the heavens lie greater heavens, and beyond men lie greater men?" the old man said naturally. "This old master never intended to flaunt his strength before the Guardian of the Wind; if you should one day step out of this space, you will surely become an existence the entire continent looks up to, will you not?"

"That is hard to say..." the silver-haired man spoke. "I seem to perceive, within some distant space, a deeply grim aura stirring restlessly, as if concealed within a swamp of death; even though that aura hides so deeply, I can still detect its evil scent."

"Perhaps, it has already arrived upon the continent."

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A certain foolish Boss Fang was still watching the live stream at this moment: "Oh wow, looks like he's pretty powerful..."

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The recent chapters serve as a transition and are somewhat difficult to write, so let's play with a few memes; if an extra chapter can be added, Xiao Ye will add it. Today I can only boldly ask for some votes. Thank you all.

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