Chapter 460: Chapter 397: Celebration and Incense Fire Divine Power

Purgatory Sulfur Plane, Incense Fire Divine Dao Central Control Room.

As the last crystal board inlaid with intricate runes was embedded into the groove of the main control array, Jeming carefully completed the final energy circuit calibration.

He stepped back two paces and initiated the comprehensive diagnostic program.

Buzz...

The entire central control room lit up with a soft milky white glow, and countless intricate energy patterns on the walls, floor, and ceiling began to flow as if they had come to life.

Dozens of floating light screens lit up simultaneously, their displays updating rapidly with massive streams of data—the efficiency of Power of Faith collection, Spiritual Qi transformation rate, energy network node stability, the real-time status of the Black Giant tribe...

Three minutes later, all the screens simultaneously turned a pleasing green, and a gentle synthetic voice sounded: "The Power of Incense collection network module ’Thought Resonance Array’ installation is complete. The system self-check has passed, with an expected operating efficiency improvement of 37.2%."

Jeming let out a long breath and rubbed his slightly sore temples.

The installation of this final part was more complicated than anticipated.

Originally planned to be completed within half a year, it ended up taking nearly two years.

Primarily, too much time was spent resolving compatibility issues between the "Thought Resonance" and "Faith Purification" subsystems.

However, it’s finally caught up.

The rush to completion was because, in just two days, it will be the Black Giant tribe’s once-in-a-decade "Molten Celebration."

As a special Elemental Life personally created and refined through multiple iterations by Jeming, the physiological characteristics of the Black Giants are entirely different from conventional creatures.

They neither require food nor sleep, having an extremely low metabolic rate and long lifespan.

Even the most ordinary Black Giant can live for thousands of years as long as they do not fall in battle or exhaust their energy.

For those who evolve through devouring to the Fourth or Fifth Level, their lifespan is measured in tens of thousands of years.

This incredibly long lifespan alters their perception of "time" compared to short-lived races.

To them, a celebration occurring once every ten years is already considered a relatively "frequent" gathering.

As for the grander "Centennial Festival" and the yet-to-be-held "Millennium Sacred Ceremony," these are even more monumental events in the collective memory of the tribe’s civilization.

"Master." A voice as deep as the thunder of the earth’s core echoed from outside the control room.

Jeming turned his head and looked towards the doorway.

There stood a head revealing only one eye—one of the two remaining leaders of the Black Giant Legion, a Tier Six Black Giant named "Melt Mountain" by Jeming.

Unlike other Black Giant Priests who evolved with special mutations into lean forms focused on research and casting, Melt Mountain followed the most traditional "Elemental Golem" evolutionary path.

Upon attaining the Sixth Level, his massive body, already exceeding fifty meters, grew once more, reaching nearly a hundred meters in its normal stance.

He is covered entirely by a layer of flowing black metal, shimmering like cooled lava under the control room’s light.

His massive hand, when spread, could nearly cover half the room, and the distinctive vertical slit along his chest provided a glimpse of the burning obsidian structure inside, akin to a furnace.

He was one of the original five Black Giant elites cultivated by Jeming, with only two remaining after countless plane wars.

His sheer strength, unwavering will, and absolute loyalty to Jeming made him the undisputed emblem of power within the Black Giant Legion.

"How are the preparations for the celebration?" Jeming moved to the console, pulling up real-time surveillance footage of the various plane celebration sites.

Melt Mountain lowered his massive head respectfully—so much so that he nearly touched the lab ceiling: "The framework construction is 87% complete, the main ceremonial site ’Eternal Furnace’ has been ignited, and energy supply is stable. Rockhammer Command has gone to the eastern gathering zone to convene the tribes. It’s expected that over 98% of the tribe will arrive at the main venue before the celebration begins."

On the screen, the main festival venue located on the plane’s Central Plains was under brisk construction.

Tens of thousands of Black Giants were busy there: drawing molten rock from the earth with bare hands to sculpt grand arches, terraces, and statues in mid-air; guiding pure energy streams from the Elemental Pool to weave protective and augmentative arrays covering the entire site; and a dedicated team of priests maintained a gigantic energy vortex over five hundred meters in diameter at the core of the site—that is the "Eternal Furnace," where the tribe’s will and energy would converge during the celebration.

"Very good." Jeming nodded with satisfaction, "What is the exact start time?"

"Standard plane time, noon in two days. When the double suns rise to the zenith, the Furnace Resonance Ceremony will officially start." Melt Mountain’s voice carried a rare touch of emotional anticipation.

Even for the long-lived Black Giants, the once-in-a-decade celebration is an unmissable moment.

"I understand. You may continue your work, ensure everything goes smoothly."

"As you command, Master." Melt Mountain once again bowed, then turned and left with astounding agility for his enormous size, not touching any of the control room’s equipment.

Jeming watched him go, then turned his gaze back to the surveillance screens.

Two days later, high noon.

In the Purgatory Sulfur Plane’s sky, two dark red "suns" of different sizes rose slowly to the zenith.

The scorching light poured onto the Central Plains, making the now-completed celebration site gleam resplendently.

Over three billion Black Giants gathered here.

Although this number sounds daunting, when they formed neat phalanxes across the vast obsidian plain, it appeared more orderly than chaotic.