The next day.
Ye Xingchen opened his eyes at the first glimmer of dawn. He clutched his aching head and said, "Damn it!"
Jun Changxiao held a banquet to celebrate Zhou Hong's breakthrough to Wu Huang the day before.
Alcohol was a must for such an occasion. Night Emperor emphasized that he did not drink, but after being provoked by Li Fei and Tian Qi, he began to drink.
He had already forgotten how much alcohol he drank.
"Quack quack —"
Suddenly, a sound came from behind. Ye Xingchen's expression changed. He hurriedly turned around and saw a few ducks leaning in the corner.
Why would there be …
The Night Thearch tried his best to turn his head, and the expression on his face collapsed.
"Creak!"
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
"Ah?"
Liu Wanshi's voice rang out, "Junior Brother Ye, why are you sitting in the duck pen?"
…
"Patriarch."
In the main hall of the Falling Star Continent stronghold, Li Qingyang said, "According to the current construction speed, it will be completed in about a month."
Jun Changxiao took a sip of tea and said, "Our Sect of All Times will occupy the main peak. The other six mountains will be numbered one to six."
"…"
Li Qingyang's mouth twitched.
The Patriarch named the mountains according to their numbers. How casual.
"Oh, right."
Jun Changxiao said, "We'll also build casually below. When the martial artists of the various sects come in, let them stay there."
He was the one who fought for the Falling Star Continent stronghold. The terrain and buildings were also planned by him. He would definitely not be willing to let others casually move in.
Moreover, if the martial artists of the various sects were placed below and he was at the top, it would symbolize that he was nobler than them.
On the Falling Star Continent, his sect was only a third-rate sect, not as good as your first-rate or second-rate sects. But on the planar battlefield, he would be much better than you!
"Yes!"
Li Qingyang accepted the order and left the main hall. He came to the construction site and said, "Where is Junior Brother Ye?"
"Maybe he drank too much yesterday and is still sleeping," Xiao Ziji said.
Li Fei, who was laying bricks, grinned and said, "Junior Martial Brother Ye always embarrasses himself when he drinks too much. Don't tell me he's sleeping outside the outhouse again?"
"I don't think so."
Tian Qi put down the pile and said, "I saw that Junior Martial Brother Ye was quite clear-headed yesterday. He didn't even sway when he walked."
"The wine that the Patriarch bought from Qingyang Town has a strong aftereffect. If you don't expel it out of your body as soon as possible, you'll get drunk easily."
While everyone was talking, Ye Xingchen walked over with a cold expression.
"Hmm?"
Li Fei sniffed and said, "Junior Brother Ye, what's the smell on your body?"
Ye Xingchen roared in his heart, "I've already showered several times, but he can still smell it!"
…
The Battlefield Specters no longer came to give experience. The disciples of the Sect of All Times also focused on the construction, so the mountains were completed one after another.
After they were done here, Li Qingyang led his fellow disciples to start the construction below. The Patriarch had instructed them to be very casual about the construction materials and the construction plan.
Inside the sect.
Li Tiantian, Huo Ling, and the others pushed down the walls that blocked their path and stepped into the Wu Huang level from the peak of Martial King.
According to Jun Changxiao's statistics, 30 disciples had already broken through to the Wu Huang level.
If they didn't have the assistance of the Dimensional Battlefield, which was used for practical combat experience, it would be difficult to do so in such a short time.
"In the past few days, many disciples have broken through to the peak of Martial King. It's a pity that there are no Battlefield Specters. Otherwise, we would definitely be able to create another batch of Wu Huang," Jun Changxiao said dejectedly.
The disciples of the Sect of All Times were already growing at a monstrous speed, but he was not satisfied. He wanted to improve even faster.
…
Twenty days later.
The construction of the Falling Star Continent stronghold was completed.
Seven mountains floated above, crisscrossing each other.
There were magnificent buildings on each mountain, as well as various supporting facilities. It was super luxurious.
There was a small town below. Compared to the mountains, it was like heaven and earth.
"Patriarch."
Li Qingyang said, "We can continue to expand the area in the future."
"That won't be necessary."
Jun Changxiao had started the construction because he was stimulated by the Vast Continent stronghold hidden in the clouds. He had to build a territory that was more impressive than theirs.
Now that it was completed, he would not invest anymore. After all, it was just a dungeon. He would leave after playing for a while.
…
Li Qingyang and the others had been building for more than 40 days. There were only 20 days left before the Falling Star Continent would enter the battlefield. The solemn atmosphere in the sky was getting stronger by the day.
"Whoosh!"
On a certain day, a fierce wind blew in the sky, and thick clouds gradually gathered together, making it so that the cultivators on the plane could see them clearly.
"It's here!"
The High Priest walked out from the altar and looked up at the gathering clouds. He said with an ugly expression, "The Battlefield Gate!"
A phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky, causing the martial artists on the continent to discuss it.
"What will come will come."
Outside the main hall of a certain first-rate sect, an old man with an air of immortality sighed.
Within the mountain forest, the kind-looking hermit was also looking at the natural phenomena. He thought to himself, "Although I will die in the Planar Battlefield this time, if I can fight for a chance at survival for my juniors, even if I have to die, I will have no regrets."
…
Great Sage Royal City.
City Lord Han stood in the City Lord Manor and looked at the gathering clouds. His frown deepened.
"City Lord."
An old servant said, "The Patriarch of the Sect of All Times has come to visit."
"Why is this kid here?" City Lord Han did not understand, but he said, "Invite him in."
Not long after, Jun Changxiao walked in and cupped his hands. "Long time no see, City Lord Han. You're getting stronger with age!"
His words were not polite at all. Looking at City Lord Han's white hair, it was obvious that he had become haggard because of the Planar Battlefield!
"Hm?"
Just as he walked into the main hall, Jun Changxiao looked at a coffin in the distance and asked, "Is there a funeral at home?"
City Lord Han said solemnly, "I prepared this coffin for myself."
Jun Changxiao said, "From City Lord Han's complexion, it shouldn't be a problem for you to live for hundreds or thousands of years. Why would you prepare a coffin for yourself in advance? Could it be that you already know that your time is coming?"
"That's right."
City Lord Han said solemnly, "Twenty more days!"
Hearing this, Jun Changxiao immediately understood that the coffin was prepared for him because he was going to enter the Planar Battlefield.
Uncle!
Can you not be so pessimistic!?
"Jun Patriarch."
City Lord Han calmed down and said, "You came all the way here to visit. Don't tell me you want to borrow the projection array again?"
"That's right," Jun Changxiao said.
City Lord Han rolled his eyes. He was just joking just now. He didn't expect that he would really come to borrow the projection array!
"City Lord Han." Jun Changxiao handed over a spatial ring and said, "There are 100,000 artificial spirit stones here. Treat it as the usage fee."
When a person did things, he would never lose his way!
"We're all old acquaintances. Don't talk about money like we're strangers." Although City Lord Han said that, his action of putting away the ring was very smooth.
…
"Jun Patriarch, why are you borrowing the projection array?"
"Nothing much. I just want to announce something to all the cultivators of the Falling Star Continent."
"What is it?"
"Very important!"
"…"
City Lord Han didn't ask any more questions. He notified the Array Hall and told them to temporarily give up control of the projection array.
This was unnecessary.
This was because Zhen Dejun had already taken the initiative to hack it.
"City Lord Han."
Jun Changxiao stood at the spot where he had advertised for Tang Ren. He tidied up his clothes and said, "I want to borrow the venue again."
"Use it as you wish," City Lord Han said.
Jun Changxiao placed his palms on his forehead and casually pushed back. He transmitted his voice, "Elder Zhen, let's start."
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In an instant, streaks of light flashed above the cities of the Falling Star Continent. Then, they gradually formed a projection array that was as smooth as a mirror.
The cultivators who were discussing the appearance of the clouds suddenly realized that the array had been activated. They subconsciously blurted out, "That shameless guy is here again!"
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