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Lin Ye first divided the eight thousand people into eight teams of one thousand people each.

The soldiers were well-trained; they knew exactly where to stand just by looking at the hand signals. Their footsteps in the rain were perfectly synchronized, and in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, eight teams were lined up.

Then, Lin Ye raised his hand and waved it to the left and right, signaling the soldiers to stand at the edge of the training ground.

Although the soldiers were puzzled, no one hesitated and they all retreated to the sides of the training ground, leaving the large open space in the middle cleared up.

The puddles on the open ground reflected the greyish-white sky. Raindrops pattered on them, creating a dense spray of water. The spray appeared and disappeared, like countless tiny silver fish leaping on the surface, making soft, continuous "plop" sounds.

Liu Dabiao was even more puzzled. Why did they suddenly move everyone to the side?

He brought his eyes closer, and the cold edge of the curtain sank into his cheek, quickly leaving a faint red mark. Rainwater streamed down his temples and slid into his collar. He shivered, but still stared intently outside.

Then he saw Lin Ye take something out of his pocket. The movement was casual, but it made Liu Dabiao's heart tighten for no reason.

The thing was square, flat, and dark. Lin Ye looked down and tapped it a few times.

The next second—

Liu Dabiao's eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

In that instant, he felt as if someone was choking him, and he couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth wide, but only a soft "hoarse" sound came out of his throat.

A large shadow suddenly appeared in the gray rain, as if some enormous thing was falling straight down from the clouds. Liu Dabiao instinctively wanted to shrink back, but his body was frozen and he couldn't move.

Eight enormous houses descended from the sky! They seemed to grow out of the gray clouds, breaking through the rain curtain and falling straight down to the center of the training ground.

It really fell from the sky!

Then, with a dull "thud," the sound of it hitting the ground rang out, but it wasn't as loud as when a heavy object falls.

Eight enormous houses, each fifty meters long, fifty meters wide, and five meters high, were placed right in the middle of the drill ground.

Their fall looked heavy, but they didn't splash much mud when they landed, as if they were being steadily supported by something and gently placed down.

The houses were arranged neatly in the center of the drill ground, spaced equidistantly in pairs. From a distance, they looked like eight giant, silvery-white beasts lying quietly in the rain, silent and solemn.

The house's surface wasn't made of brick or wood, but of a material Liu Dabiao had never seen before. He strained his eyes, trying to see it more clearly.

The house's silvery-white exterior walls were extremely smooth, reflecting a faint metallic sheen. The roof ridge was straight, with clean lines, and the entire house had no superfluous decorations, yet it exuded an indescribable aura.

Rainwater hit the smooth surface, flowed down the wall, and gathered into even curtains of water.

Everyone was stunned.

It wasn't just the soldiers on the training ground, but also the civilians watching the sky above the Great Flame. The images were transmitted through the sky to every household, falling into the eyes of countless people.

In that instant, the entire raging fire seemed to fall silent. People looked at the sky, as if they had even forgotten to breathe.

Hiding inside, someone pushed open half of the door and unknowingly took a step forward, wanting to get closer to the miracle. Only when drenched by the rain did they come to their senses and quickly retreat back inside, but their eyes were unwilling to leave the sky for even a moment.

Rain slanted in, wetting the threshold and splashing onto faces, but no one bothered to wipe it away. Water droplets slid down cheeks and into collars, bringing a cool sensation that only served to make them more aware that this was not a dream.

They stared blankly at the eight enormous, silver-white houses in the sky, mouths agape, faces raised in disbelief.

They had never seen a house like this before.

There were no tiles, no wooden beams; the walls were as smooth as a mirror. Rain poured on them without seeping or wetting them, sliding down the walls like tears rolling off a mirror, leaving not a trace.

The refugees on the muddy roads outside the cities couldn't take their eyes off the scenery.

The locust trees on both sides were drenched by the rain, their newly sprouted leaves swaying in the wind like helpless little hands beckoning. The mud on the road was ankle-deep, and straw sandals would sink in and get stuck.

They were covered in filth, their clothes were soaked, their cheekbones were high and prominent on their thin faces, and their lips were white from being soaked in water.

Some of them were supporting each other, some were carrying children, but everyone had long been exhausted by the days of travel and the constant rain, and had become numb.

But at this moment, as they gazed at the houses neatly arranged in the center of the training ground against the sky, they seemed to see a glimmer of hope for life.

An old man stood in the mud, his withered fingers tightly gripping the shoulders of his young grandson, his lips trembling violently.

A young woman held a baby in her arms. The baby's face was covered by a tarpaulin, but its eyes were bright and reflected the sky.

In the distance, a skinny donkey slipped and fell on the muddy road. Its owner didn't bother to help it up, but just tilted his head back and let the raindrops hit his open mouth.

"This...this is the Heavenly Palace, isn't it?" someone said in a trembling voice.

"It must be! This must be a miniature Heavenly Palace! Lord Lin has brought the Heavenly Palace with him this time!" someone nearby exclaimed excitedly.

"We're saved! We're really saved!" someone cried out as they knelt down, their voice a mixture of sobs and laughter, their face wet with tears and rain.

The water along the official road converged into a trickle, flowing past their feet as if to wash away the weariness of each person. The sounds of weeping, rain, wind, and the distant sobbing of the river all mingled together.

Light began to emanate from their eyes, like a tiny flame rekindled from ashes, weak yet no longer extinguished.

……

On the reviewing stand, Wang Meng was also stunned.

He had lived for so many years and fought most of his life; what kind of battle hadn't he seen? But he had never seen anything like this before.

For a moment, I felt my heart pounding, like a war drum beating in my chest, each beat heavier than the last.

But being a general, he possessed a strong mental fortitude. After a moment of shock, he regained his composure, followed by a surge of intense emotion that felt like it was about to burst from his throat.

Wang Meng looked at the houses; the silvery-white behemoths emitted a soft luster, like eight giant lanterns lit up on the dark training ground, making the surrounding water vapor glow hazily.

Then he turned to look at Lin Ye's profile, his eyes filled with indescribable awe. The remaining soldiers were also astonished, their mouths agape and their eyes shining.

They originally thought they had already witnessed Lord Lin's amazing abilities, but now they realized that what they had experienced before was just the beginning.

To conjure up such a large house out of thin air is even more astonishing than divine weapons and magical books.

After the initial shock, they felt even more confident about their next move. With Lord Lin around, what was there to fear?

Meanwhile, Liu Dabiao and the others, who were secretly observing from the shadows, turned deathly pale.