"Plop!"
Inside the training room, Li Tiantian half-knelt on the ground with a grim expression.
At this moment, the poison in his body was like a flood, making him feel as if he could die at any moment.
Fortunately, there were many antidote pills beside him. After taking them as quickly as possible, the intense pain gradually weakened.
Fifteen minutes later.
Li Tiantian was lying flat on the ground, sweating profusely.
The pain caused by the poison attacking his body made him feel as if he had experienced death many times. Thinking back, his spine was drenched in cold sweat.
However.
Everything was worth it because he had successfully stepped into Transformation Core Realm!
Feng Gui Chen and the others refined a total of ten Quick Pills. After The Purple King tested that there was no problem, the rest would definitely be given to the disciples.
Li Qingyang, Xiao Ziji, and the other core disciples had already broken through, so Jun Changxiao gave nine pills to Li Tiantian, Sima Zhongda, and the others.
As for the other disciples.
If they refined more in the future, they would definitely be given more.
"Not bad."
Sensing that Li Tiantian was lying on the ground like a dead dog, but his aura was already at Transformation Core Realm, a smile appeared on Jun Changxiao's face.
A human's physique could not be compared to a Kun. After taking the pill, one would have to endure the corrosion of the poison. Although the process was a bit bitter, as long as one could enter Transformation Core Realm, no one would care.
Indeed.
In a world where martial arts were respected, if one could increase their cultivation, no matter what kind of torture and pain they experienced, they would choose to endure it, even if it meant losing their lives.
Next, Sima Zhongda and the others took the Quick Pills and successfully entered Transformation Core Realm from Void Piercing Realm, increasing the overall strength of the Sect of All Times by a small margin.
…
A few days later.
Elder Wei divided a medicinal field for the poisonous herbs needed to refine the Quick Pills. The growth period was about two to three months.
"It's a bit slow."
Jun Changxiao said, "But it's better than letting the disciples cultivate."
"Not only that."
The System said, "It can also save a lot of resources."
Jun Changxiao agreed with this point.
Ignoring the realm and forcefully advancing to Transformation Core Realm, the amount of Xuan Stones and True Stones saved in the process would definitely be countless.
"It's hard to imagine." Jun Changxiao took out the pill recipe and said in surprise, "A non-human race can actually create such a Divine Tool pill."
Under normal circumstances, human beings were best at alchemy and forging. It was unbelievable that the Demonic Tribe was better than humans in these two areas.
The System said, "I don't think the Demonic Tribe was the one who researched the recipe."
"Oh?"
Jun Changxiao asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
"From the huge size of the Devil Army, it can be seen that this is a combative tribe. Their research on Qimen Dunjia and other aspects are definitely not that outstanding." The System said.
"Not bad."
Jun Changxiao agreed.
Every race had its own characteristics. For example, although the human race was not as strong as the other races in terms of physique and bloodline, their strength lay in their imagination and creativity.
As for the Demonic Tribe, it could be seen from their tall and strong physique that they were born to fight. Asking them to sit down and research alchemy and medical skills was no different from asking rough men to do embroidery.
The System said, "Since the Demonic Tribe did not exist in the Upper Realm's race system in the beginning, it's very likely that they migrated from other planes or galaxies. As for the pill recipe and forging techniques, they could also be foreign products."
"That makes sense."
It was rare for the two of them to have the same opinion and there was no argument.
"Here comes the problem again."
Jun Changxiao held his chin and said, "How did they migrate here? Could it be that they relied on the Space-Time Worm? "
"No." The System denied.
"The Upper Realm's universe system is too big. It may not be possible to rely on the Space-Time Worm alone. Maybe there's a tool like the Star Spirit Realm Battleship."
"Oh."
Jun Changxiao responded.
How the Demonic Tribe came to the Upper Realm had nothing to do with him. What was the point of thinking so much? It was better to go to the Forging Hall and see how Master Fan's research was going.
…
Forging Peak.
Fan Yezi sat in the stone pavilion and was concentrating on the forging books obtained from the Demonic Territory. His eyes flashed with surprise and surprise.
"Hall Master Fan."
Jun Changxiao walked over and sat next to him. "How's the research going?"
Fan Yezi came back to his senses from the sea of knowledge and exclaimed, "Patriarch, these books are too professional. Not only do they record the Armor Forging Technique, there are also many other forging techniques!"
After ascending to the Upper Realm, Jun Changxiao had found him many forging books, but compared to the ones from the Demonic Territory, it was a world of difference.
Jun Changxiao asked with interest, "Compared to the fighter jets?"
"They're only stronger!" Fan Yezi said.
The unmanned fighter jets were driven by a mysterious formation, but their bodies were forged by various ores, so he had gone to the Formation Hall to study them carefully.
As a matter of fact, there were many scattered wing remains in the hall.
The old man from Taixuan was in charge of researching the formation, and Fan Yezi was in charge of studying the structure of the fighter jets. If both of them could make substantial progress, it should not be a problem to perfectly replicate a drone.
"Then do more research."
Jun Changxiao said, "The disciples of the sect are still waiting for new equipment."
The four-piece set of Bahuang Tianyin had not been popularized yet, because the ores were relatively rare.
The armor worn by the Demonic Tribe soldiers, especially the second-generation version, was of good quality. The ores required were not high, and there were many casting molds. If they were to be mass-produced, it would not be difficult to have a few sets.
"Patriarch."
Fan Yezi said, "I'm the only one in the Forging Hall. Can you send some disciples over?"
"They don't know how to forge."
"That's not a problem. They can just help."
"Okay."
Jun Changxiao said, "I'll find some time and send some disciples over."
'Find some time?'
Fan Yezi rolled his eyes.
He had complained about the lack of manpower in the Forging Hall many times, but every time, there was no one. He did not know if he would be able to wait until then.
…
Formation Hall.
Jun Changxiao walked in from outside.
The old man from Taixuan and his research team were still conducting comprehensive research on the unmanned fighter jets.
"Patriarch."
Shangguan Xinyao walked over and said, "After the drawer of the cockpit was opened, I found this strange thing inside."
"Oh?"
Jun Changxiao took out the mechanical device that looked like glasses and said in surprise, "Is this a device to test combat power?"
Then, he put it on.
"Pa!"
When the button was activated, dense numbers suddenly appeared on the lens. Then, it locked onto Shangguan Xinyao and a series of strange words appeared.
"That's right."
The system said, "The host guessed correctly. This is the measuring device. Your disciple's combat power is 36."
"…"
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
"However."
The system said, "Her defense is 24, agility is 21, and mental strength is 169."
Jun Changxiao suddenly realized that these values must correspond to the physique, movement, and soul of the martial arts world. It was just a change of name.
"What about my master?"
"Combat power 267."
"What about me?"
"This thing can't detect me. How am I supposed to know?"
Jun Changxiao took off the measuring device and threw it into the Space Ring.
Although this thing could directly analyze one's strength with numbers, the martial arts world still relied on one's realm and understanding of the nature of heaven and earth, so it didn't have much reference value.
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, the old man from Taixuan walked out of the mech and laughed, "I understand, I understand!"
"Understand what?" Jun Changxiao asked.
The old man from Taixuan walked to the table covered with drawings and took out the internal formation diagram he drew, saying, "According to my research during this period, I have roughly confirmed that the driving principle of these formations is soul control."
"Soul control?"
Jun Changxiao said in surprise, "Is it the same principle as the soul control of the mech I mentioned?"
"No."
The old man from Taixuan said seriously, "More professional than you."
"What do you mean?"
"According to my preliminary judgment, the core formation of the mech can accept the soul of a martial artist and control all the driving devices."
"Is there a difference between this and the idea I proposed?"
"The mech comes from the distant Astral World. Do you think the martial artist and the soul can maintain contact?"
"No."
Even if the martial artist could control the mech by separating the soul, there would be a distance limit. If the distance was too far, the connection would be broken.
"The Astral World and the Upper Realm are separated by several galaxies. There is only one possibility that the mech can still be controlled. The soul integrated into the core formation is actually equivalent to a new consciousness." The old man from Taixuan said.
"I'll go."
Jun Changxiao said in surprise, "Is it that magical?"
"Come."
The old man from Taixuan walked to the front of the mech and opened a shell, saying, "I have cracked the core formation. You can try to integrate a strand of your soul into it."
Jun Changxiao walked over and found that the internal structure was not only complicated, but also dense formation patterns. Because it was different from the formation system he came into contact with, he was a little dazzled.
"Integrate it there?"
"The groove in the central area."
Jun Changxiao closed his eyes and separated a strand of his soul until it filled the groove in the center of the formation. In an instant, it was as if he had turned into a pilot sitting in the cockpit.
"Magical!"
Gou Sheng put his hand on the starting lever with a look of surprise.
"Hu!"
Suddenly, the tail of the mech shot out an energy light. The intact mech instantly broke through a wall of the formation hall and flew out.
"Hmm?"
Li Qingyang, who was planning in front of the ruins of the main hall, raised his head. His spiritual sense caught a big hole in the wall of the formation hall. He immediately clutched his chest and a pained expression appeared on his face.
…
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
In the sky above the Eternal Immortal Mountain, the unmanned mech flew at an extremely fast speed. Sometimes it flew sideways, sometimes it flew backwards, as if it was performing aerial acrobatics.
"Interesting, interesting!"
A smile appeared on Jun Changxiao's face as he stood in the Formation Hall.
At this moment, he was more like an innocent child playing with the remote control plane his parents bought for him.
The old man from Taixuan's analysis was right. This kind of unmanned mech from the Astral World could be controlled as long as the soul was injected into the formation.
Moreover.
What surprised Jun Changxiao the most was that.
The mech flew out of the Eternal Immortal Mountain and flew far enough away. Although it was disconnected from him, it was still flying, as if someone was still controlling it.
"Whoosh!"
After a while, the mech flew back to the Eternal Immortal Mountain. The soul was connected to the main body, and Gou Sheng regained control.
"This is too magical!" Jun Changxiao exclaimed.
After disconnecting from the mech, the flight path was exactly the same as what he had expected. This meant that the soul that had fused with it had its own consciousness at that stage, and even completely inherited its thoughts!
"Master."
Withdrawing a wisp of his soul, Jun Changxiao said: "Can this kind of special formation be used on the mech?"
He was not interested in the unmanned mech, but he was interested in the internal structure of the formation. If it was used on the Diablo, not only would the disciples be able to control it remotely, they would also be able to control it in the true sense of the word!
"Follow me."
The old man from Taixuan brought Jun Changxiao to the back of the mountain.
There was a mech placed there with dazzling patterns on it.
"Could it be …"
Just as Jun Changxiao opened his mouth, the old man from Taixuan proudly said: "That's right, this kind of extremely special soul formation has already been used!"
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