The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1150

Chapter 1150: Dawn (3)

A flurry of activity began underneath the dome of the nameless grand city, as billions of Blood Blessed, following precise instructions from the one million Elder leading them from each branch to complete the fortification that would be used for their defenses.

Due to their unique manufacturing processes that needed no raw materials or precise toolings, the process of building these massive structures went by lightning quick, and it was a marvel to behold such a grand sight appearing from thin air like a collective dream being brought to life, and this was the best method to describe what they were doing.

Being this close to the dome, the effect of the red sun was more pronounced, but their collective Aura as they worked together brought about a harmony of spirit that shielded them from the majority of the detrimental impact from the glow of Hate.

For the more staunch of heart among them, this glow became fuel for the refinement of their bloodline, and the work on the fortifications was being constantly briefly delayed by multiple Blood Blessed reaching a higher level in their cultivation.

In nine hours, the one hundred fortifications were complete, and they all resembled a seven- petaled flower, clustered heavily around the center of the city with the Ascension Spear at the center. There were barely two hundred million Blood Blessed below in the valley, mostly women and children whose combat power was low.

They were not idle, as they were making medical supplies in case of drastic injuries that the bodies of the golden giants could not easily heal from. The difference between life and death could be a slight margin, and if they could contribute in any way to shift the odds towards life for even a single Blood Blessed, then they believed nothing of their work was wasted.

The decision was made to concentrate all the available resources to guide only a small area of the city, disregarding the rest, only concentrated in a small area could they make any meaningful impact, and in a short while, everyone had settled into their position and without any further instructions, they began to create.

Nearly two years of practice meant that every Blood Blessed knew how to hold firm mental imagery in their heads and the mental fortitude to push through distractions and endure pain.

Every Blood Blessed, man, woman, and child, sat down cross-legged, and in front of them, a tiny golden flame appeared that slowly began to grow as it was being fed with creation grass. The creation grass was slowly inserted into the flame with fierce concentration because the flame was not burning the grass, the grass was becoming the flame.

The nature of this flame was wild and it would take everything inside of every Blood Blessed, not just to create the flames, but also to preserve and grow it. This would test them like nothing has ever done before, but failure was not an option.

The flames had barely grown to the size of an apple before the weakest among them, which were the children, began to bleed from every orifice in their heads. They fought on, the restorative properties of their bodies ensuring they could last far longer than any of them had the right to, but after three hours of this, they began to fall into deep unconsciousness, they had used every iota of resources in their bodies.

However, the moment they were about to lose consciousness they would carefully pass their nurtured flame to the person next to them, doing this with care and reverence.

"This is as far as I can go."

"It is enough, I shall carry on in your stead. Your sacrifice brings us closer to victory."