The bustling main peak became deserted after City Lord Han and the others left.
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting in front of the hall, used his spiritual sense to cover the large city-level stronghold that he had worked so hard to build. Then, he stretched and said, "It's finally over."
The mission of the Falling Star Continent being chosen by the Upper Realm was completed.
The two epic-level missions were also completed.
To Jun Changxiao, the planar battlefield was nothing more than a training ground for his disciples.
"It's time to focus all my attention on the development of the sect."
"Right."
"There's also the Eastern Sea Fishery."
Li Luoqiu confirmed that the letter for help was indeed written by Master Fan.
A huge plan.
Was it related to the survival of the Falling Star Continent?
Jun Changxiao's imagination ran wild. He said, "Is it related to the Soul Race?"
At present, this was the only possibility that could be related to the survival of the continent.
"I have the ancient warship. It should be easy to get there," Jun Changxiao said. "When I'm done here, I'll go take a look."
Since he had inherited the various constitutions left behind by the Formation Emperor and the other elders, he should do something for the Falling Star Continent.
…
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The wind howled, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled.
A sailboat drifted in the sea like a lonely leaf, as if it would be swallowed by the waves at any time.
The old man at the helm said calmly, "This is the gale area. I've been here hundreds of times. You don't need to worry."
Yuan Gongzi and Elder Lin sat in the bumpy cabin.
Although the two of them pretended to be calm, they were secretly praying that they could reach the Eastern Sea Fishery safely.
"As long as we can get away from Jun Changxiao, so what if we die!" Yuan Gongzi thought to himself.
…
"Ding! The host declared war on the Lingyuan Continent at the specified time and led everyone to the final victory. The conditions are met. The epic-level mission is completed. Completion rate: 100%. The host receives 20,000 contribution points! "
"Ding! Sect contribution points: 9000070000. "
"Ding! Sect contribution points overflow … "
Jun Changxiao, who had just walked into the hall, heard the notification and shook his head. "As expected, the casualties were too heavy. Only 100% completion."
He rubbed his hands together and sat on the chair.
It was the reward for completing two Epic-ranked Quests!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing Epic Mission 9. The reward is Saint Grade Aptitude Modification Liquid x5, Saint Grade Sword Way Aptitude Modification Liquid x1, Supreme-Grade Dragon Tooth Blade Formula x1, Supreme-Grade Dragon Tooth Bow Formula x1, Supreme-Grade Dragon Tooth Spear Formula x1, and New Seal Talisman x1. "
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing Epic Mission 10. The host has been rewarded with Saint Grade Aptitude Modification Liquid x2, Saint Grade Sword Way Aptitude Modification Liquid x1, Seven Profound Sunglow Fragment Scroll x1. "
Jun Changxiao was overjoyed.
The reward for completing two Epic-level quests was seven bottles of Saint Grade Aptitude Modification Elixir and two bottles of Sword Way Aptitude Modification Elixir.
The three weapon formulas that were named after the Dragon Tooth had reached the peak grade, so they were definitely stronger than the high-grade True Yang set!
There was also the Seven Profound Sunglow Fragment Scroll Three! Currently, the sect already had two books. If they sold the third book and cultivated it to a higher level, its power would definitely be even stronger!
Not to mention the Opening Seal Talisman.
As the strongest trump card at the moment, having one more was equivalent to having one more opportunity to cut down the grass!
"Nice!"
"Perfect!"
Jun Changxiao smiled brightly.
"Hu — — —"
At this moment, the psionic energy in the spirit core suddenly shrank rapidly, and then transformed into a purer version.
Jun Changxiao sat down cross-legged, and said: "I'm about to break through the Sword and Martial Saints."
Every time he completed an Epic Mission, he would break through to a higher level, so he was already used to it. Although he was a little excited, he didn't jump up.
"Hu hu!"
"Hu hu!"
Inside the spirit core, the psionic energy that represented martial arts began to evolve. First, it expanded, and then quickly shrank, turning into a more substantial and pure energy.
A moment later.
The energy conversion was complete.
Jun Changxiao felt that his strength … The increase didn't seem to be too obvious, so he asked in surprise: "What's going on?"
"Ding!" It has been detected that the host's Sword Way cultivation has not met the requirements, and the realm will not be able to increase. "
"…"
Jun Changxiao did not panic, he took out the Saint Grade Sword Way Aptitude Liquid from the Space Ring, and then raised his head to drink it. The taste was still similar to Tsingtao's draft beer.
"Hu hu!"
After the level of the Sword Way increased, the Sword Way attribute in the spirit core began to transform. After reaching the peak, the two auras of the Sword Way and Martial Way instantly erupted, turning into ripples that rippled outwards.
"Hmm?"
Ye Xingchen, who had just returned to his residence, felt the aura emerging from the main peak and exclaimed: "He … Is he going to break through again?"
"Patriarch is going to break through!"
Old Ding and the others also sensed the momentum of the advancement, and their eyes were filled with surprise and joy.
Lu Qianqian stood outside the courtyard, looking at the ripples spreading out from the main hall, she thought to herself: "Did he originally have the cultivation of Wu Sheng?"
In the past few years, the frequency of Jun Changxiao's breakthroughs had been too fast, so fast that she had always wondered if he had deliberately suppressed his realm and then released it at a fixed time, creating the illusion that he had broken through again.
"Hu hu!"
The two types of energy, Sword and Martial Way, lasted for an hour in the stronghold before they began to converge.
"Ding!" "Congratulations to the host for breaking through to Wu Sheng."
"Ding!" "Congratulations to the host for breaking through to Sword Saint."
When everything calmed down, the camera turned to the main hall, only to find that Jun Changxiao had disappeared into thin air.
"Sigh."
Suddenly, a sigh came from the rooftop.
Jun Changxiao squatted on the roof ridge, his hands resting on his thighs, his fingers interlocked, as if he was an expert who had experienced countless hardships. He looked at the camera and said gloomily: "Please call me Sword and Martial Way Saints, thank you."
The System: "…"
If he was already so cocky when he was only Saint-level, wouldn't he be sky high if he broke through to Overlord-level?
"Buzz —"
The space rippled, and Jun Changxiao disappeared again.
When the camera turned, it found that this guy had already appeared outside the stronghold, his eyes burning with passion: "After breaking through, my understanding of the power of space has become stronger, teleporting is as easy as blowing off dust!"
Demi-Saints only had a preliminary understanding of space, but Wu Sheng's level was truly proficient in the use of space, and with a single thought, he could travel hundreds of miles or even more.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Jun Changxiao had a playful heart, and he frequently traveled inside and outside the stronghold.
At first, it was a few dozen miles, but it slowly extended to hundreds of miles, until finally … he collapsed on the stairs of the main hall.
"Huff, huff!"
"Huff, huff, huff — —"
Gou Sheng lay on the stairs, breathing heavily: "Too tired!"
"Nonsense!"
The System said: "Of course it's tiring to play like this."
After all, the power of space was limited, and it could not withstand the crazy consumption.
"How strong am I now?" Jun Changxiao began to think.
The System estimated: "With the host's current strength of Rank One Wu Sheng, it should be easy to defeat Rank Two and Rank Two, right?"
"Only two or three ranks higher?" Jun Changxiao was not satisfied.
The System said: "At the level of Martial Disciple and Martial Master, the difference between ranks may only be a few hundred to a thousand pounds, but at Wu Sheng's level, the difference of one rank is a thousand miles."
"Of course."
"I'm just estimating, the real strength has to be confirmed through actual combat."
It did not dare to say too much, in case the host really could defeat Rank Four or Five Wu Sheng, wouldn't it be slapping its own face?
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