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Chapter 41 Anchoring Reality (Please Read!)
The construction process of the great lighthouse was actually quite boring, to be precise.

Compared with the more interesting manufacturing processes of those wonders, such as the awakening of the Silver Gate at the beginning, and the Lianshan Kiln and other creations of humans playing with mud, the construction of the great lighthouse, which has now entered the bricklaying era, seems very mediocre, so much so that it makes people feel very silent when watching it.

The spirit of nature was a very good friend. The foundation it created was incredibly solid. At Leon's request, it still presented a perfect, massive foundation extending from the island's natural harbor. Normally, this kind of thing would be unlikely to appear in the history of world architecture, but in this supernatural world, it was obvious that creating a towering foundation out of thin air was not difficult.

All that remains is to select those white bricks, and then continuously transport them to the foundation through human logistics between the two islands, and then lay the bricks.

Thanks to the experience gained from the Saint, cranes and new-age construction equipment had already been developed. Humanity began to unleash their ingenuity in the construction of this lighthouse. Mud and soil mixed with soul stones, combined with white tiles, formed a pristine white wall.

The Soul Stone is essentially a versatile material, capable of being combined with any item. It serves as a replacement for the production materials used in blood sacrifice rituals, similar to the rubber and oil mixtures Leon encountered in his previous life. Basically, if you add a little Soul Stone to anything, it's likely to have some benefit. And while the Great Lighthouse is said to be magnificent, it's not actually a particularly large structure.

A truly great, super-giant lighthouse cannot be built on the current islands.

Just a few hundred people transported bricks and materials day and night to simply complete the structure of a lighthouse, then placed the final magic core on it, and finally lit up everything on it. This process seemed to be the limit of the overall construction.

After all, for Leon's system, these wonders were more important than the dedication of everyone involved in their construction. If meticulousness and consistency were truly paramount, then a structure like the Lianshan Kiln wouldn't have been built from the outset by a bunch of insane people playing in the mud and urinating everywhere. The same was true of the Great Lighthouse. Once it was nearly complete, and everyone's spirit and productivity had reached the required level, Leon began his ritual.

'System prompt: Your world wonder, the Great Lighthouse, has been completed!'

Under Leon's gaze, the lighthouse, which was far from being a great one, began to undergo some unknown and strange transformation under the fusion of nation and spirit.

This lighthouse was originally a pure white building standing on the edge of the coast, about ten meters high. However, during the horrific and bizarre rituals, just like the Lianshan Kiln, it began to produce unimaginable and horrific alienated phenomena that humans could not even recognize.

That lighthouse is growing.

Literally, like a bamboo shoot bursting with knots, it continued to grow. Its foundations began to widen, and the tower itself was gradually covered and engraved with a series of incomprehensible patterns, the meaning of which no one could understand. The entire building grew larger and taller, resembling a giant gradually overlooking the bay.

Because it was completed during the day, people could clearly see the shadow of the huge platform gradually projected and distorted above the fjord, and then gradually entered the air in the thick fog, deeply hiding its grotesque image.

At the top of the great lighthouse, the alchemical tool that served as its core had been wrapped up, chewed, and then spit out an even more unpredictable creation.

Under the gaze of the crowd at Silver Gate, the massive lighthouse, like a living being, took root in the ocean's foundations, gradually assimilating the surrounding colors into the building's pure white. And the lighthouse's summit, thrust into the mist, resembled a giant dragon slowly opening its single eye.

A faint, yellow light, visible to all, slowly emerged from the depths of the mist at the very top. The moment that faint yellow light appeared, the image of the lighthouse's torch, a clear imprint, a seed, was planted in everyone's mind. Even if they died, turned to ash, even if their consciousness gradually faded, they would never forget the call from the lighthouse's apogee.

Something of unimaginable grandeur was lurking within. The leaking light, solidified by the errant core, condensed into the inevitable natural phenomenon surrounding the Misty Islands. Like a living being, the light glimpsed through the mist at the island's summit, eventually enveloping the Saint, still at the dock. Under everyone's gaze, the Saint gradually became transparent. It was like a person's belly becoming completely transparent, allowing one to clearly see the movement of their internal organs, the changes within.

Then, in full view of everyone, the Saint dissolved in the light and gradually sank into the ocean. Then, the dim, living light pierced the black ocean and shone onto the mirrored dock at the edge of the twisted island.

Under everyone's gaze, the Saint gradually emerged from the abyss in the light and docked intact at the dock.

'System prompt: Your wonder, the Great Lighthouse, has been completed!'

'System prompt: You can now use the functions of your wonders!'

This is undoubtedly a supernatural spectacle.

People looked at this supernatural and completely unimaginable scene before them and were completely at a loss for words.

They knew their master was immensely great, and knew he could display skills and abilities that no one could even imagine, or even comprehend. But when he truly appeared before them, the terrifying sensation of his world being turned upside down, of his will altering reality, still silenced them.

This display of might was different from Lianshanyao. If Lianshanyao had still made them feel their actions had some meaning, the appearance of this great lighthouse had profoundly made them realize that, as Leon had said, they had reached this point entirely through his kindness and favor. This lighthouse, surveying the surroundings in the sky like a living being, was the most definitive proof of this.

But for Leon, it didn't matter what these people thought. He was simply immersed in the joy of creating another wonder.

And watching the bizarre lighthouse appear in the world, the skylight of the Communication Temple was still rolling, and the ancient spirit of nature even sent a series of touches and greetings again, expressing shock that even as a natural god, it could not believe it.

"Is this what you call building a small thing? Is this what you call a wonder created by human power?" "Of course, this is all due to their efforts. Without them, I myself would not be able to replace the role of civilization. This is all the wonderful result of their efforts. To be precise, I did provide many drawings and rituals, but these most basic things are irreplaceable. They are excellent, humans are excellent, aren't they?"

'So what's wrong with you... you've altered reality without paying any price?'

"This is a ritual, part of how the world works. It just follows a different law than the laws governing the operation of gods and the world that you understand. Of course, I don't want to explain too much. You just need to understand that this is something humans can do."

"…Perhaps."

The neural communication between the spirit of nature and Leon was only a brief moment, and for Leon, it couldn't even occupy too much of his thinking.

Moreover, for Leon himself, the greatest function of this lighthouse was to transport and transfer various supplies, and all this only required a few soul stones. The pale yellow light that penetrated the fog in the sky quickly became fragmented under Leon's command.

Under the gaze of all the Silver Gate personnel, the porcelain far above the Porcelain Island dissolved in the light, then dispersed a bit of light on everyone's doorstep. The silently dissolving porcelain simply reached the doorsteps of thousands of households. All it took was the silver-white soul stones in Li Ang's hands, which gradually dimmed and lost their brilliance.

With just a few simple soul stones, teleportation between islands can be achieved, connecting light and matter into one.

This is the result of a distorted world.

If there were no ability to distort, then light and spatial abilities would never be entangled together.

This kind of distortion that goes beyond human common sense and cognition, combined with Leon's cheating system, can lead to such a miracle.

Of course, as a mature leader, a true leader of humanity, Leon was not shy about showering praise and joy upon his people. After all, they were the greatest contributors to the completion of this lighthouse. While the foundation and construction might seem unremarkable, they were the very foundation upon which the world operated.

Leon never intended to take away these people's unique lives and abilities. On the contrary, he believed that all of this should be shared.

"Very good, excellent performance. This is the result of our joint efforts. Without everyone's hard work, this spectacle would not be possible in reality."

Looking at the silent Silver Gate humans around him, Leon clapped his hands easily, formed some manipulation spells of the Great Lighthouse, and then handed them over to these surprised humans.

"Now, you are the true operators of the lighthouse. I said, I am your master. I occupy eight hours of your time every day, and the rest of the time belongs to you. This naturally includes the right to operate the lighthouse. Each of you has the right to operate the lighthouse to do what you want, but you may not interfere with others' work, nor steal others' things. These are convenient props for your use."

"Sir, we—"

"I've always emphasized that I'm a good person. And since I'm a good person, I'm definitely willing to share the power in my hands instead of holding on to it tightly. Perhaps you can use these things to create something that I can't even imagine? Well, the time is almost up, so you can have fun on your own."

Faced with these humans who were almost at a loss, Leon waved his hand, dissolved naturally into the shadows and sat next to the Silver Gate.

Then, with a look of smug delight on his face, he opened up his strategic perspective and began to admire what these humans, who had been gifted with such abilities by him, were going to do.

In fact, Li Ang couldn't understand why many people in his previous life liked to hold all the power in their own hands. Compared to controlling everything, Li Ang preferred to see how these people developed after they had power and ability.

It was like watching a kaleidoscope, a never-ending cycle. Humans would always use every possible means and ingenuity to improve their own lives and make the lives of others better. Even if there were occasionally some nasty individuals who simply sought to harm others for their own benefit, Leon had the authority, so at worst, he could just lock it down. He wanted to see what these people could come up with.

Lianshan Kiln, a commonplace for firing porcelain in Li Ang's eyes, has surprisingly been transformed into something truly remarkable in the hands of these humans. Ceramic steel, ceramic tiles, adhesive soil, soul putty—this nation built on this resilient white porcelain has truly brought Li Ang joy and excitement. And now, with a teleportation beacon, what kind of joy and surprises will these people bring him?

The outside world has begun to gradually darken. The defense system of the valley gate provided by the spirits of nature is in operation, and humans also possess such power.

The fleet arrived a month later. Leon believed that he and these hardworking and lovely people could definitely give those people a surprise.

It was as if these humans had given him many surprises.

Watching the crowd go from being shocked and incredulous to cautiously trying to use the power granted by the Great Lighthouse to move the supplies and props bit by bit, Leon sat on the edge of the Silver Gate, eating fruit, and watched the development of these things with interest.

(End of this chapter)