Under the Ghost Gate, there are many desolate graves; Jade dew filled within the golden bottle.
Yan Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the crumbling walls that stretched to the horizon, thinking about how sophisticated formations and restrictive spells, along with massive resource investments, would be needed to restore the grand Soul-guiding Great Wall of the past.
It's hard to say.
Maybe we should set a small goal first, like building 100 meters in the first phase...
Yan Yu turned around and saw Chen Lingyun drinking water.
"Stop just drinking water, come over and take a look," Yan Yu said. "How long is this wall?"
"At least eighty-four thousand miles," Chen Lingyun said casually, "Gather a few million Yin Ghosts, each carrying bricks and cement, and building hundreds of meters would be enough. Probably no need for construction machinery."
Yan Yu: ...........
So you're treating the ghosts as free labor, huh?
