I Build a Shelter in the Eternal Night

But if it was the Mortal Realm, that was another matter entirely.

The reason was simple. The Mortal Realm was already powerful, so it wouldn’t matter if it became a little stronger. At the very least, the World Pavilion could also grow stronger as a result. It was a win-win situation.

Human nature was such that people were unwilling to share a win-win with those on equal footing; they would rather suffer a mutual loss.

But when faced with someone much stronger than themselves, they became willing to accept a win-win.

Coincidentally, in their eyes, the Mortal Realm was precisely such a force—far stronger than them. Whether it was slaying the Ghost King or establishing the Silk Road, these were feats their own factions could not accomplish.

This included the destruction of the Wind and Rain Tower a few days ago, which was the work of the Mortal Realm’s Dark Pavilion.

The Pavilion Master of the World Pavilion glanced around, nodding thoughtfully without speaking.

He could tell that many people were tempted.

This matter could only be spearheaded by the Mortal Realm. If the World Pavilion were to take the lead, no one would pay them any mind. Many were unwilling to see the World Pavilion become stronger, and besides, the World Pavilion lacked the ability to do so.

Deciphering a Yellow Level Building Blueprint within three days... he couldn’t possibly do it.

To become the leading faction in this endeavor, two requirements had to be met.

The first was to possess an extremely high deciphering ability, to be able to quickly and thoroughly comprehend a Building Blueprint.

The second was that the faction must have enough prestige and power that others would be willing to see it grow even stronger.

Coincidentally, the Mortal Realm met both of these conditions.

This seemingly outrageous proposal, if nothing unexpected happened, would soon be implemented.

At the annual Architect Exchange Conference, Architects from all factions would gather to share knowledge. Even if two factions had ongoing conflicts, their Architects would still communicate here, setting aside past disputes.

Even if their factions were to go to war shortly after leaving, here, there was no mention of hatred or the past.

This was a consensus among all Architects. It couldn’t be helped; being an Architect was a profession that desperately required information. One had to maintain a free flow of information to ensure rapid growth.

Otherwise, if one were to decipher things in seclusion, they might not figure anything out even after a lifetime. But even at a conference like this, no Architect would take out a Building Blueprint they had struggled with for a long time and let others try to decipher it.

Soon, the next person went on stage to share, but this time, everyone was somewhat distracted, their minds clearly still on Domain Lord Chen’s earlier proposal.

...

"Young Master."

Chen Fan had already left the Architect Exchange Conference and was heading toward the Mortal Realm’s camp.

Sitting in the driver’s seat of the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, Lame Monkey asked uncertainly, "Young Master, do you think they’ll agree?"

Although he wasn’t an Architect, he knew what a Building Blueprint meant to one.

Handing over a Building Blueprint that one had struggled to decipher for a long time wasn’t just a matter of profit; it was a psychological struggle.

It was like pursuing a goddess for a long time without success, only to suddenly have to hand her over and let someone else have a try. That would surely be difficult to accept.

"Any faction with a bit of intelligence will agree. As for the dumber ones, that’s another story," Chen Fan said casually from inside the carriage.

Based on his observations, these Architects didn’t need the Building Blueprint itself when constructing a building.

The Building Blueprint was merely a tool to help an Architect understand the building.

But he was different. To construct a building, he needed to crush the Building Blueprint and absorb it into his Eternal Night Lord Panel.

Therefore, their methods didn’t actually conflict.

If these factions gave him their Building Blueprints, he could go to their territory and construct the corresponding building, allowing their people to study it at their leisure. Once they finished deciphering it, their Architects could construct the building even without the original Building Blueprint.

It was a win-win.

A win-win might seem like an excellent outcome, but in reality, many people disliked it. They preferred a solo win, or even mutual destruction.

So, he wasn’t sure how many would accept his proposal. However, he was certain some would. At the very least, he had seen that the Pavilion Master of the World Pavilion looked tempted, and that Pavilion Master was his main target.

After all, this was a faction with twelve Architects, an organization of Architects similar to the Pill Sect. They were bound to have many undecipherable Building Blueprints in their possession. These high-value Building Blueprints were his targets.

Soon, the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage didn’t enter the canyon. Instead, it drove up Nameless Mountain and stopped at the base of the Celestial Pillar.

Lame Monkey remained where he was, while Chen Fan walked into the Celestial Pillar alone. He pressed a button inside, and the Stone Slab beneath his feet carried him all the way up to the platform at the very top.

This spot was a full several hundred meters above the ground.

Looking down from here, the people in Mortal City looked like tiny ants.

This Celestial Pillar was a Yellow Level building. Its effect was to absorb Thunderbolts during the rainy season and then unleash them, making it something of an enhanced lightning rod. It had not yet been activated, mainly because there had been no opportunity for it to absorb any Thunderbolts.

The absorption of Thunderbolts wasn’t limited to just the rainy season.

Ordinarily, it also rained in Jiangbei, just not for an entire month straight. The Thunderbolts from these storms would also be absorbed by the Celestial Pillar.

However, not a single drop of rain had fallen in Jiangbei since the last rainy season ended.

"It is a bit high."