Besides all that, there's a torrent of resentment, malice, and even rage, but it doesn't matter. The gods may abandon you, but Hell never will.

Its gates are wide open and all are welcome.

Vast amounts of curses and faith flow night and day, stirring the chaotic dreamscape, and on the earth, they have actually formed a gray area spanning thousands of miles.

Those tangled curses and resentments settle in the air, making it impossible for anything to grow. Gloomy clouds shroud the sky, blocking the sun, while the fire of Hell spews forth from the cracks in the earth's center, spreading evil over the mortal world again and again.

With the proactive rise of the Border Prison and the pull of these curses and faith, the Border Prison has gradually approached Paradise, even opening a rift known as the 'Scar,' entwining the Divine Country.

A true Demon Realm appears from the Divine Country.

If you lie on the edge of the Scar rift and look down, you can see the endless steel Hell, immense machinery towering like buildings, ceaseless rumblings and roars.

Molten Rock flows like rivers, converging from all sides to the center, in the end, all Fire of the Border Prison, all faith and curses, fall into the colossal Melting Furnace in the center, like a mountain range.

Dust falls like rain, while demons with wings of steel continually rise and fall. Those unrepentant believers are imprisoned in workshop after workshop, suffering through whips and electric shocks daily; there are even more surviving angels thrown whole into the furnace. In their wails, they merge with the molten iron, ultimately becoming steel plates and weapons...

With troops and horses prepared, lying in wait.

Without any disguise of their ambition and plans, the entire Border Prison has turned into a giant armory. The demons forge and train their arms daily, yearning to assault the Divine Country and trample Sky City underfoot!

When the sluice gates thunder open, molten steel pours down, converging along pathways like dazzling rivers and pouring into molds.

Soon, the still-glowing red steel, not yet cooled, slowly rises under the pull of chains. Amid bugles and whistles, it's transported and moved, eventually landing on the still-warm armor beneath it.

Layer upon layer, resembling Fish Scales.

As the chains release, the silent giant slowly lifts its mountain-like head.

Nether River Dragon!

No longer in its once-twisted form, with no blood or flesh remaining, it has completely transformed into a giant steel dragon. It twists its body, shaking off the oxidation layer on the hot armor with metallic friction, falling as fine black ash like rain.

An awe-inspiring roar suddenly echoes.

The steel dragon roars, spreading its wings. From head to toe, dozens of vector engine nozzles emit scorching flames; at the very front of the landing platform, a demon waves a flag, signaling that the area is clear.

Then, a storm suddenly rises.

The dragon accelerates as it races forward, takes flight, unfolds its giant wings, and rises through the Scar rift into the sky, eagerly traveling through the gray world.

It roars disdainfully toward the distant Sky City.

"Isn't this quite the spectacle?"

In the workshop, Ji Jue raised his eyes, glimpsing the playful flicker of red light in the distance. "Isis, give me..."

The words ceased, with a slight pause.

He only then realized Isis was not there.

With frustration, a Mercury Hand rose, offering him tools—without the assistance of the Spirit of Workshop, Ji Jue could only do it himself. To avoid trouble, he extracted Chun Jun from his soul, forming a complete set of massive spiritual crossfire arrays to enhance its multitasking capabilities.

The small knife still couldn't handle the work meant for a large vehicle.

Though the coordination remained seamless, he was constrained at every turn.

This shitty life, it's unbearable.

He clicked his tongue and continued his work, hearing a knock on the door.

Bao Dacai.

After being nowhere to be found for a while, this Old Deng ghost reappeared, clutching that snake-like hat in his arms, looking as though he had turned into a crow spirit, never bringing good news when he opened his mouth.

"Bad news."

Old Deng quipped, "The sect has just updated a new version. The foundation of the Huangliang Illusion Dream has been heavily modified, and the way you killed before has been countered."

"It doesn't matter. If I really want to kill, I have plenty of methods, and besides, doesn't this prevent waste of resources? Block it if you must; destruction is always easier than maintaining operations. I just want to see how long Sky City can hold on."

Ji Jue maintained the weapon in his hands, squinting his eyes, furrowing his brow slowly. "I've got bad news here too. Want to hear it?"

"..."

Bao Dacai leaned closer, puzzled and bewildered.

He saw the long gun in Ji Jue's hands.

The weapon previously made for Wen Wen, with its four-edged revolving spearhead, the hefty and solid body, was a small gun spear weighing several tons, wieldable like straw by virtually no one other than Wen Wen.

To be fair, from a design perspective, even if the weapon isn't entirely flawless, it's rare enough to be considered an exceptional piece, especially with its perfect complement to Wen Wen.

Heavy enough, yet sturdy and durable, through Fluid Alchemy, Ji Jue cyclically drives the external material with internal spiritual essence. After a maddening series of cycles, the material of the entire gun spear approaches the limits allowed by the Illusion Dream, almost claiming indestructibility.

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