CHAPTER 296: 254. ANCIENT GOD RELICS, HARVESTING THE WHOLE WORLD_2

The plane has taken off!

Eastern Great Xia, here I come!

Erin stared blankly out the window for a moment, then adjusted her seat to a semi-reclined position and put on her eye mask to rest.

The total flight distance from Andaya to Great Xia exceeds 15,000 kilometers, and the journey takes more than 18 hours.

So this is a very long trip.

The two passengers next to her were murmuring, and snippets of their conversation reached Erin’s ears.

"Great Xia is truly a good place... I’ve never seen a place safer than Great Xia."

"It’s not just about safety... In five years, Great Xia can definitely completely solve the food crisis... Great Xia is the only country in the world that can do it."

Upon hearing this, Erin nodded almost imperceptibly.

Her Great Xia boyfriend had shown her videos of indoor farms, with vast fields of almost ripe wheat, which left her deeply moved.

To address the food crisis, Great Xia began large-scale construction of indoor farms, and the whole world followed suit.

Andaya was one of them.

Her boyfriend also mentioned that Great Xia has built 1.5 million indoor farms so far, and in the next five years, Great Xia will build 15 million indoor farms.

By then, Great Xia will not only be able to fully meet domestic needs but will also have a surplus of food for export.

Andaya, with more than 100 million people, is not a small country, yet after months of effort, it has only managed to establish 2,000 indoor farms.

Erin sincerely felt that the Great Xia people are a nation adept at creating miracles and are the most excellent people in the world.

"Great Xia is indeed wonderful... but getting citizenship is so hard!"

"Yeah... previously, you could get citizenship by donation... didn’t think it would be worth it... regret it now."

"The threshold is getting higher... Great Xia doesn’t lack resources... they’re only looking for high-end talent."

"Who would have thought the disasters would get worse... if I’d known, I would have done anything to get citizenship in Great Xia."

With her eyes closed, a slight smile appeared on Erin’s lips.

Even though Great Xia citizenship is elusive to many wealthy individuals, she has a high probability of obtaining it.

She felt a bit smug and immensely proud!

This Bai Mei listened for a while and then fell into a deep sleep.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

Erin suddenly woke up with a jolt.

She felt her seat vibrating continuously.

Passengers around her were shouting in panic.

"What’s happening to the plane?"

"What’s going on?"

"The plane isn’t going to have an accident, is it?"

The cabin announcement came on just in time: "Dear passengers, this flight just encountered abnormal air currents. Please fasten your seat belts and stay in your seats without moving around."

Erin clasped her hands tightly, silently praying in her heart.

She was just a step away from a wonderful life; she absolutely didn’t want this dream to shatter.

A few seconds passed.

A chorus of exclamations broke out.

"Oh my God!"

"What’s happening over there?"

"Why is the sky lighting up?"

Erin froze for a moment and quickly reached to pull back the curtain.

Far in the distance, the vast night sky was flushed with a noticeable white glow, with faint traces of white lines flowing within.

This Bai Mei blurted out: "Supernatural event!"

This sentence immediately reminded the others.

"It must be a supernatural event!"

"The phenomenon’s range is so large; the entire Northern Hemisphere should be able to see it. This is likely a very significant supernatural event!"

"Another major disaster is coming!"

At this moment.

Erin suddenly felt a strong sensation of weightlessness.

"Ah~"

"Help!"

Cries of shock instantly filled the cabin.

Because the feeling of weightlessness meant one thing—the plane was rapidly losing altitude.

Terrified, Erin closed her eyes, her heart gripped tightly by fear.

It’s over!

I’m going to die!

*

At the same time.

Great Xia.

Linjiang City.

Lanshan Mansion Villa District.

Due to the time zone difference, it was afternoon in Great Xia.

A bizarre bone floated motionless in midair.

Thousands of illusionary blood-colored tendrils emerged from the bone’s surface, swaying incessantly.

This was the spoils captured from the Qing yang Demon Race—the "Qing yang Book."

"Ah~"

Phantom wails echoed continuously, enough to terrify an ordinary person out of their wits.

Even the Great Xia dog, Wangzai, felt overwhelmed and tucked its tail between its legs, hiding in the villa’s garden to play in the snow.

As a dog, it naturally had fur, unlike ordinary people who were afraid of the cold.

Yang Fan’s expression did not change.

He stared at a blood-colored tendril, turned his gaze to the deceitful steel pen beside him, and asked, "Can you decipher this piece of Qing yang cryptic script?"

One tendril represented one Chapter, with at least one secret technique recorded.

Thousands of tendrils meant thousands of secret techniques.

Yang Fan increasingly felt that the origins of this "Qing yang Book" were no ordinary matter.

And the Qing yang Demon Race member named Wanshan sent a clone with the "Qing yang Book," taking great risks to descend on Canglan Star, absolutely not just for spreading faith.

In summary—there must be a significant scheme.

"Ding!"

The pen made a soft sound, delivering a message: "Deciphering it is too difficult, I need more time."

Yang Fan asked, "How long will it take?"

The pen answered, "About three months."

Yang Fan’s lips twitched slightly.

The secret technique recorded by this tendril was precisely the signature technique of a Middle Rank Warrior—Layered Internal Force.

According to the information provided by the pen, this Layered Internal Force from the Qing yang Demon Race had many profound aspects.

Although he did not have Qing yang blood, its reference value was still very high.

The pen proposed another plan: "If my power increases, the deciphering speed can be faster."

Yang Fan asked, "How can it be increased?"

The pen responded, "After the fall of Celestial Ear, at least millions of deceitful artifacts were born, which are known as ’Celestial Ear Relics.’

"I am one of them. If I can devour other Celestial Ear relics, my power can be increased."

Yang Fan was speechless.

The entire Canglan Star doesn’t know how many Celestial Ear relics exist, and deceitful artifacts are hard to find. Countries that possess them keep them well hidden; where to search for another Celestial Ear relic?

At that moment.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a sensation.

He turned his gaze northward, murmuring softly, "It has indeed arrived!"

He previously estimated that in about 38 hours, Canglan Star would undergo a significant release of the power of the Ancient Gods, which would then lead to a highly intense disaster.

Yang Fan willed into action.

A Shelter Crystal appeared from nothingness.

"Buzz!"

The crystal gently shook.

A wisp of World Power descended.

Yang Fan clearly sensed that the descending speed had become faster, and his manipulation of World Power had become smoother.

This was obviously a change resulting from gaining world recognition.

The next moment.

Yang Fan saw a grand illusion.

In the depth of the vast icefield, the power of the Ancient Gods formed a large cluster of white mist, suddenly boiling up.

A blurry Ancient God’s Hand unexpectedly extended from the white mist.

"Boom!"

The moment Yang Fan saw the Ancient God’s Hand, a loud thunder sounded in his ear, his entire being dazed by the shock.

Exactly as expected.

Through some means, Canglan Star prematurely released a portion of the power of the Ancient Gods.

He drew in a sharp breath, gritting against the piercing pain in his brain, and continued watching the illusion.

A short moment later.

"Boom! Boom!"

The thunder roared one after another.

The boundless Arctic icefield suddenly erupted with intense earthquakes.

Countless small and large ice cracks rapidly covered the icefield.

Along the icefield’s edges, the sea surface was affected by the earthquake, with thin ice layers cracking, and waves of ice dozens of meters high emerged.

A large-scale disaster unfolded.

Yang Fan did not focus on the icefield but fixed his gaze on the white misty sea deep within the icefield.

Seemingly disturbed by the World Power, a vortex suddenly appeared.

Over time, the vortex gradually accelerated, its speed becoming faster and faster.

Five seconds later.

"Boom!"

Another thunderous roar occurred.

Yang Fan was shaken, spitting out old blood, a sharp pain piercing his head, causing him to exclaim "Ah" in pain.

He immediately saw countless strands of mist shooting out from the depths of the icefield, vanishing without a trace instantly.

The vortex suddenly stopped.

The Ancient God’s Hand emerging from the misty sea dispersed.

This represented the end of the release.

It took a good while.

Yang Fan finally recovered.

He immediately took out the Shuttle Boat, murmuring softly, "It’s time to harvest."

He schemed for so long, digging this huge trap, attracting a massive number of superpower users from around the world, and now the time of harvest had finally arrived.