“Thud!”

Inside the training room, Li Shangtian half-knelt on the ground, his face exceptionally fierce.

At this moment, the toxins inside his body were rampaging like a bursting flood, making him feel he might die at any moment.

Fortunately, many antidote pills were placed nearby. After consuming them at the fastest speed, that severe pain gradually weakened.

A quarter-hour later.

Li Shangtian lay flat, drenched in sweat, his entire person seemingly exhausted.

Just now when the toxins ravaged his physical body, the pain they brought made him feel as if he’d experienced multiple deaths. Carefully recalling it, cold sweat ran down his spine.

However.

All the effort was worth it, because he’d smoothly stepped into First Revolution Core Formation Realm!

Feng Guichen and the others had collectively refined ten Quick Success Pills. After Purple Scale Demon King’s testing showed no problems, the remaining ones would definitely be given to disciples.

Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji and these core disciples had already broken through, so after some consideration, Jun Changxiao gave the nine pills to Li Shangtian, Sima Zhongda and others.

As for other disciples.

When more were refined in the future, they’d definitely still receive them.

“Not bad.”

Sensing that although Li Shangtian lay on the ground like a dead dog, the aura he emanated was already Core Formation Realm, Jun Changxiao’s face broke into a smile.

Human physique couldn’t compare to the Dao Transformation Kun. After consuming the pills, they’d endure toxin erosion. Although the process was somewhat painful, if they could advance to Core Formation Realm, no one would care.

Indeed.

In a world where martial prowess reigned supreme, if one could elevate their cultivation, they’d choose to endure whatever torment and pain, even at the cost of their lives.

Next, Sima Zhongda and others successively consumed Quick Success Pills, smoothly advancing from Sky-Breaking Realm to Core Formation Realm, elevating Wangu Sect’s overall strength by a small increment.

……

Several days later.

Elder Wei separately designated a medicinal field for cultivating the toxic medicinal materials needed to refine Quick Success Pills. The growth cycle was approximately two to three months.

“A bit slow.”

Jun Changxiao said: “But better than having disciples cultivate dryly.”

“More than that.”

The system said: “It can also save quite a lot of resources.”

Jun Changxiao deeply agreed with this point.

Ignoring realm boundaries and forcibly elevating to Core Formation Realm would save countless Profound Stones and True Stones in between.

“Truly hard to imagine.” Jun Changxiao took out the pill formula, saying with some amazement: “A non-human race could actually create such miraculous pills.”

Under normal circumstances, pill arts and casting arts were what humans were best at. That the Demon Bewilderment Race was stronger than humans in these two paths was truly somewhat inconceivable.

The system said: “I don’t believe the pill formula was researched by the Demon Bewilderment Race.”

“Oh?”

Jun Changxiao asked curiously: “How so?”

“From the enormous physiques of the million-strong Demon Bewilderment army, you can tell this is a combat race. Their research into esoteric arts and the like definitely wouldn’t be so outstanding.” The system said.

“Right.”

Jun Changxiao agreed.

Every race had its own characteristics. Take the human race, for instance—although inferior to other races in physique and bloodline, they were strong in imagination and creativity.

As for the Demon Bewilderment Race, just from their tall, robust bodies you could tell they were naturally born fighters. Having them sit down to research pill arts and medical arts would be like having rough, burly men embroider flowers and characters.

The system said: “Since the Demon Bewilderment Race didn’t originally exist in the upper realm’s racial system, they very possibly migrated here from another plane or star system. The pill formulas and casting techniques might also be foreign imports.”

“Makes sense.”

The two of them rarely agreed, without any quarreling.

“Another question arises.”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin, saying: “What method did they use to migrate here? Could it have relied on Space-Time Worms?”

“No.”

The system negated: “The upper cosmic system is too vast. Relying solely on Space-Time Worms might not reach it. Perhaps there are tools similar to Star Spirit Realm warships.”

“Oh.”

Jun Changxiao responded.

How the Demon Bewilderment Race came to the upper realm had nothing to do with him. Why think about it so much? Better to go to the Casting Hall and see how Master Fan’s research was progressing.

……

Casting Peak.

Fan Yezi sat in a stone pavilion, concentrating intensely on researching the casting books obtained from the Demon Bewilderment Domain. His gaze alternately flashed with surprise and delight.

“Hall Master Fan.”

Jun Changxiao walked over and sat beside him, saying: “How’s the research going?”

Fan Yezi returned from the ocean of knowledge, exclaiming: “Sect Master, these books are truly too professional. They not only record armor casting techniques, but also many technologies related to casting!”

After ascending to the upper realm, Jun Changxiao had found him many casting-related books, but compared to those brought out from the Demon Bewilderment Domain, they were simply worlds apart.

Jun Changxiao asked with interest: “Compared to the warplanes?”

“Only stronger, not weaker!” Fan Yezi said.

Unmanned combat aircraft were driven by miraculous formations, but their main bodies were cast from various ores, so he’d gone to the Formation Hall to carefully study them.

Look, there were still quite a few scattered wing fragments placed inside the hall.

Elder Taixuan was responsible for researching formations, while Fan Yezi was responsible for researching warplane structure. If both achieved substantial progress, perfectly replicating an unmanned aircraft shouldn’t be a problem.

“Then research more.”

Jun Changxiao said: “The sect’s disciples are still waiting for new equipment.”

The Eight Desolations Heavenly Sound four-piece set hadn’t yet been popularized, the reason being that the ores were relatively rare.

The armor worn by Demon Bewilderment Race soldiers, especially the second-generation version, had decent quality and didn’t require demanding ores. They also had many casting molds, so mass production would make it easy for everyone to have several pieces.

“Sect Master.”

Fan Yezi said: “The Casting Hall only has me. Can you assign some disciples over?”

“They don’t understand casting.”

“That’s not a problem—they can help out.”

“Alright.”

Jun Changxiao said: “I’ll find time to transfer some disciples to you.”

Find time?

Fan Yezi rolled his eyes.

He’d reflected on the Casting Hall’s manpower shortage many times, but every time it was “find time.” He didn’t know if he’d live to see the day.

……

Formation Hall.

Jun Changxiao walked in from outside.

Elder Taixuan and his research team were still conducting comprehensive research on the unmanned warplane.

“Sect Master.”

Shangguan Xinyao walked over, saying: “After opening the drawer in the cockpit, we found this strange object inside.”

“Oh?”

Jun Changxiao took the mechanical device resembling glasses, saying with surprise: “Could this be an instrument for testing combat power?”

As he spoke, he put it on.

“Click!”

Activating the button, the lenses immediately displayed densely packed numbers, then locked onto the nearby Shangguan Xinyao, displaying a string of strange text.

“Right.”

The system said: “The host guessed correctly. It’s a measurement device. This female disciple of yours has a combat power of 36.”

“……”

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

“However.”

The system said: “Her defense power is 24, agility power is 21, and mental power is 169.”

Jun Changxiao immediately realized these values must correspond to the martial arts world’s physique, movement techniques, and soul—just with different names.

“What about my master?”

“Combat power 267.”

“What about me?”

“This thing can’t detect oneself. How would I see it?”

Jun Changxiao removed the measurement device and casually tossed it into his spatial ring.

Although this object could use numerical values to intuitively analyze strength, the martial arts world still relied on realm and comprehension of heaven and earth attributes, so it actually had no significant reference value.

“Hahaha!”

Just then, Elder Taixuan walked out from the mecha, laughing loudly: “I understand, I understand!”

“Understand what?” Jun Changxiao said.

Elder Taixuan walked to the table covered with diagrams, took out his self-drawn internal formation structure diagram, saying: “Based on my research during this period, I’m generally certain that these formation driving principles lie in using the soul for control.”

“Soul control?”

Jun Changxiao said with astonishment: “The same principle as my mentioned using the soul to manipulate mecha?”

“No.”

Elder Taixuan said seriously: “More professional than yours.”

“How so?”

“Based on my preliminary judgment, the core formation inside the warplane can receive a martial artist’s soul, thereby controlling all driving devices.”

“Does this differ from the idea I proposed?”

“The warplane comes from the distant Star Spirit Realm. Do you think a martial artist and soul can maintain connection?”

“No.”

Although a martial artist could separate out their soul to achieve control, there would inevitably be distance limitations. If separated too far, they’d definitely disconnect.

“The Star Spirit Realm and the upper realm are separated by several star systems. That the warplane can still be controlled has only one possibility—the soul fused into the core formation is actually equivalent to a new consciousness entity.” Elder Taixuan said.

“Wow.”

Jun Changxiao said with surprise: “That miraculous?”

“Come.”

Elder Taixuan walked before the warplane and opened a casing, saying: “I’ve already broken through the core formation. You can try fusing a strand of soul into it.”

Jun Changxiao walked over and discovered that inside were not only complex component structures but also densely packed formation patterns. Because they differed from the formation system he’d encountered, looking at them made his eyes somewhat dazzled.

“Fuse where?”

“The groove in the central area.”

Jun Changxiao closed his eyes and separated out a strand of soul, filling it into the groove at the formation’s center. Instantly, it was as if he’d transformed into a pilot sitting in the cockpit.

“Miraculous!”

Gou Sheng’s face showed surprise as he placed his hand on the activation lever.

“Whoosh!”

Suddenly, energy light burst from the tail, and the intact warplane instantly crashed through one wall of the Formation Hall and flew out.

“Mm?”

Li Qingyang, who was planning before the great hall ruins, looked up. His spiritual sense captured a large hole appearing in the Formation Hall wall, and he immediately covered his chest, his face showing a pained expression.

……

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Above Wangu Immortal Mountain, the unmanned warplane flew at extreme speed, sometimes sideways, sometimes inverted, like performing aerial acrobatics.

“Interesting, interesting!”

Standing in the Formation Hall, Jun Changxiao’s face broke into a smile.

At this moment, he was more like an innocent, romantic child playing with a remote-control airplane bought by his parents.

Elder Taixuan had analyzed correctly—this unmanned warplane from the Star Spirit Realm could be controlled just by injecting soul into the formation.

Moreover.

What surprised Jun Changxiao most was this:

The warplane flew out of Wangu Immortal Mountain, flying far enough away that although it disconnected from him, it still continued flying, as if someone were still controlling it.

“Whoosh!”

After about a moment, the warplane flew back to Wangu Immortal Mountain. His soul connected with his main body, and Gou Sheng regained control.

“Too miraculous!” Jun Changxiao exclaimed endlessly.

After disconnecting from the warplane, the flight route was completely identical to what he’d envisioned just now. This proved that the soul fused within it had self-awareness during that stage, even completely inheriting his thinking!

“Master.”

Withdrawing his strand of soul, Jun Changxiao said: “Can this special formation be used on mecha?”

He had no interest in unmanned warplanes, but interest in the internal formation structure. If used on the Dark Destroyer, disciples could not only remotely control it but achieve truly unmanned operation!

“Follow me.”

Elder Taixuan led Jun Changxiao to the back mountain.

A mecha was placed there, with dizzying patterns outlined on it.

“Could it be…”

Jun Changxiao had just begun speaking when Elder Taixuan said proudly: “Correct, this extremely special soul formation has already been applied!”