Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 1545: Chapter 1542: Dream Dust! (Third Update)

”Yes! We will definitely not fail our mission!”

Xue An nodded, ”In that case, let’s get to work!”

All at once, everyone immersed themselves wholeheartedly into this grand undertaking.

This Origin Land transformed into a massive construction site, displaying a bustling and extreme busy scene.

Standing high above, Xue An watched the fervently busy crowd below, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Ye Hanshang couldn’t help but exclaim in awe, ”These people’s alchemy skills surpass everyone I have encountered before! How did you achieve this?”

”It’s simple, just keep them continuously researching and progressing!” Xue An said casually.

”So, what do we do next?”

”Next...” Xue An turned to look at Ye Hanshang, ”It’s up to you now!”

”Me?”

”Yes, judging by this pace, the main framework will be repaired in at most a month, but that’s merely the beginning. To restore everything to its former operation, it requires the combined might of the entire Ghost Realm’s strong ones!”

Hearing Xue An’s words, Ye Hanshang was momentarily stunned, then understood something and nodded, ”I understand, the rest... leave it to me!”

Recently, the Ghost Realm has been incredibly tranquil, so tranquil that it resembles a lifeless pond.

But beneath this placid surface lies the agitated and restless hearts of all the strong ones.

The situation in the Ghost Realm is worsening.

This can be seen from the increasingly apparent regression in the strength of the strong ones in various factions.

Nothing is more disheartening than waking up each morning only to find oneself weaker than the day before.

Especially for those whose very foundation is their own strength.

It’s akin to chronic death, utterly despairing.

Yet Ye Hanshang, who has resumed the Nether Monarch’s throne, seems indifferent to all this, showing no intention of intervening.

In this scenario, the undercurrents within the Ghost Realm began to surge, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense, akin to a powder keg filled to the brim, brewing a tumultuous change.

But at this juncture, a shocking news exploded from the Wei Family in the Central Ghost Realm.

Nether Monarch Ye Hanshang plans to convene a conference in a month’s time, preparing to invite all the strong ones in the Ghost Realm. The purpose... is to save the gradually dying Ghost Realm.

The moment this news broke, it immediately set the entire Ghost Realm abuzz.

Many Ghost Race strong ones who had been mired in despair began spreading the news with glee, believing Ye Hanshang would finally take action, that there was hope after all,

Yet many others watched coldly, not believing this conference would change anything.

Because they sense the death of the entire Ghost Realm’s origin.

Even though Ye Hanshang is an Immortal King-level Nether Monarch, it’s impossible for him to salvage an entire realm’s origin by himself!

At the same time, many Ghost Race strong ones are terrified, thinking this conference may not be so straightforward.

There’s a possibility that Ye Hanshang is planning to target the strong ones of various factions.

But this conjecture isn’t widely accepted, for if Ye Hanshang truly wished to harvest the strong ones again, he wouldn’t need to cause such trouble.

All in all, after this news spread, the Ghost Realm became enveloped in a bizarre atmosphere mixed with hope, disdain, doubt, and fear.

Infinite Desert.

Although it’s long been covered in endless green, the name hasn’t changed because people are accustomed to calling it that way.

Dong Han hasn’t seen her City Lord for quite a long time.

Even during times when Nether Monarch Ye Hanshang visited to request some wine, Dong Han was the one who attended to him.

Her only chance to contact Meng Yao is to go to the backyard every day.

If there’s a wine jar placed in front of the warded backyard, it means her City Lord has made new progress in brewing wine.

Other than that, even Dong Han finds it nearly impossible to meet Meng Yao.

Initially, Dong Han was a bit worried, fearing something might happen to her City Lord while inside.

But as time passed, Dong Han became accustomed to it.

Because she knew she couldn’t persuade her.

Today was naturally no exception.

After finishing various errands in the city, Dong Han went to the backyard gate.

The gate was desolate, nothing was there.

Dong Han furrowed her brows.

It’s been several days already, hasn’t it?

The backyard gate has had nothing appear at all.

If it was in the past, usually there’d be new wine every other day.

But this time there’s been no news for several days in a row.

What’s going on?

Could it be that something happened to the City Lord?

With this thought, Dong Han’s heart tightened, then she gritted her teeth and walked up to the backyard gate and started to knock on it.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of knocking was rather dull,

due to the backyard being tightly covered by layers of barriers.

Dong Han didn’t know if her knocking could be heard inside.

But worried about the City Lord, she was prepared to attract as much attention as possible from inside.

It’d be best if the City Lord came out.

Yet she knocked for a good quarter of an hour, and aside from her hand getting sore from the impact, there was no sound from inside.

This inevitably made Dong Han feel disheartened. She could only stand in front of the gate and softly speak.

”City Lord, you’ve been secluded for so long, it’s time to come out! A few days ago a message came from the Nether Monarch about the upcoming conference in a month to discuss things, and it’s less than twenty days away now! You should attend!”

Still, there was no response.

Dong Han sighed softly, then turned to leave.

But just as she turned around and walked a few steps, a sudden creak sounded from behind.

Dong Han paused, turned her head to look, and saw the gate opened from inside, witχω «¾Ωh a slightly pale-faced Meng Yao leisurely emerging.

Dong Han was dumbfounded, then regained her senses, rushing forward with delight.

”City Lord!”

Approaching closely, Dong Han detected a faint smell of wine wafting from Meng Yao.

This wine aroma was unlike the strong wines of the past, it had a trace of sweet fragrance, yet just a slight whiff made Dong Han feel slightly unsettled.

Meng Yao stopped and smiled faintly at Dong Han, ”You’ve worked hard during this time!”

Dong Han hurried to say, ”The City Lord is too kind, it’s my duty as a subordinate!”

Then she eagerly asked, ”City Lord, did you hear what I said earlier? In a month...”

Meng Yao waved her hand, ”No need to say, I already know!”

Saying this, Meng Yao turned to look at a distant direction, speaking softly, ”And not only the Nether Monarch, he... has returned as well!”

Though she didn’t explicitly say who it was, seeing the City Lord’s expression, Dong Han could easily guess, and was taken aback.

”The Ghost Venerable has returned?”

Meng Yao chuckled, ”Yes, and he returned several days ago!”

Hearing this, Dong Han was taken aback.

”Then you...”

She wanted to ask why, even knowing Xue An had returned, Meng Yao hadn’t appeared yet.

After all, in the past, whenever she knew of Xue An’s return, Meng Yao would immediately rush over no matter what she was doing, without exception.

Noticing what Dong Han wanted to ask, Meng Yao smiled, ”Are you wondering why I didn’t go find him?”

”I was indeed curious!”

Meng Yao lifted her head slightly, ”Because when he returned, I was brewing a wine! A wine that epitomizes all the world’s fiery spirits! So I couldn’t leave then!”

Dong Han was stunned upon hearing this, a wine that epitomizes all the world’s fiery spirits?

Then she suddenly realized something, and her entire being shook, ”So now you...”

Meng Yao lifted her hand, holding a small jade bottle, through its thin body like cicada wings, the amber-colored wine inside could be seen.

”It seems as if to welcome his return, this wine was miraculously brewed successfully!”

Dong Han stared intently at the small bottle, ”Such a beautiful wine! It’s just like a dream!”

Meng Yao’s face showed a faint smile, ”Yes, so I call it Dream of the Past!”