One month after the Ten Great Immortal Sects were destroyed, the Upper Realm gradually returned to tranquility. As for the Realm Hall, it was already a mere shadow of its former self, essentially negligible.

Another half month passed.

The martial artists serving within, unable to endure the pressure and harassment from rebels, all chose to leave. Realm Mountain immediately became completely empty.

With the Realm Hall’s disappearance, the era of the Ten Great Immortal Sects controlling the Upper Realm officially ended.

There were benefits and drawbacks.

The benefit was that without various rule restrictions, sects could develop without restraint.

The drawback was that without supervisors, various forces would inevitably engage in frequent battles for benefits, thereby affecting innocent people.

Indeed.

Many sects fought each other with great enthusiasm.

Normally, everyone accumulated quite a few grievances. Because the Ten Great Immortal Sects existed with various strict regulations, they could only endure for temporary calm and retreat for broader horizons. Now without constraints, they naturally didn’t care.

“Sect Master.”

Li Luoqiu came to report: “Many sects are征伐ing each other over territory and benefits. The situation in major cities is also not optimistic.”

Fighting wasn’t limited to sects—families too.

It could be said that having lost the Ten Great Immortal Sects’ constraints, the Upper Realm was currently very chaotic.

“Pass down the order.”

Jun Changxiao said: “My Wangu Sect destroyed the Ten Great Immortal Sects to replace them, so naturally we must shoulder the responsibility of maintaining world peace. Any individual, family, or force that dares commit evil will face severe punishment!”

“Yes!”

That very day, notice boards in major cities were posted with documents bearing Wangu Sect’s seal.

“As expected!”

After reading the content, someone said: “Wangu Sect has made its move!”

Actually, after the Ten Great Immortal Sects were destroyed, many martial artists discussed whether this sect would replace them. Now it was finally confirmed.

Who objected?

Everyone agreed!

For Upper Realm martial artists, the Ten Great Immortal Sects were heaven. The Wangu Sect that destroyed them was heaven above heaven. Now that they’d just issued decrees, not complying would definitely result in terrible deaths.

It must be said.

Jun Changxiao’s destruction of the Immortal Sects filled the sect with威慑力.

You should know, since ancient times, grudges between sects were common phenomena. But to develop to the point of complete destruction and removal, moreover ten top-tier ones, was almost unheard of.

His Wangu Sect was ruthless enough to destroy even Immortal Sects. Wouldn’t these small门small factions die at a word?

Alright.

Better be law-abiding!

Jun Changxiao himself never expected that just transmitting an order forbidding evil acts would completely calm the entire Upper Realm. Some forces even dispatched disciples down the mountain to help old ladies cross the street.

…

“Pff!”

Inside the Casting Hall, Fan Yezi spat a mouthful of blood.

Many readers subconsciously guessed this must be the result of crazy exploitation by the black-hearted boss.

Actually, not so.

The reason Hall Master Fan vomited blood wasn’t the daily 007-style work, but because the sect master suddenly came over. The first sentence was: “Melt down the third-generation battle armor to cast warships.”

Working from dawn to dusk leading everyone to produce equipment, only to have it melted back down after use.

This… was too操蛋!

The Taixuan Elder viewed mechas as his own children. How could Fan Yezi not view forged equipment as treasures?

“Elder Fan.”

Jun Changxiao handed over a tissue, comforting: “This seat understands your pain, but our Wangu Sect still needs to conquer the sea of stars, so warships for traversing the universe must be built as soon as possible.”

Having destroyed the Ten Great Immortal Sects, the situation had stabilized, so the great航天 era was about to begin. He hoped to assemble a fleet to freely roam the vast universe.

“Fine…”

Saying this, Fan Yezi’s lips trembled.

That very day, the new-model armor worn by disciples and Demon Delusion Clan soldiers was all thrown into smelting furnaces.

The Formation Hall suffered equally, because mechas forged from Heavenly Spirit Tempered Ore also couldn’t escape being melted down.

“Gone…”

Watching the new Model 66 mecha being sent into the furnace, Jing Zhixiao shed tears.

“What are you crying about!”

Li Shangtian roared: “That was mine!”

…

The mechas were gone, but warships could be built.

“Hall Master Fan.”

The next day, the Taixuan Elder laid blueprints on the table: “The internal components of the warship still require your Casting Hall to complete.”

Fan Yezi, who had appeared half-dead, instantly straightened up, grinning: “No problem.”

Standing outside the door, Jun Changxiao silently watched the two elders earnestly discussing warship construction plans, the corners of his mouth gradually rising in the smile only conscientious bosses have.

With such dedicated and responsible employees, how could my Wangu Sect not grow powerful!

…

Forging warships for traversing the universe was not only a major project but also extremely技术ally demanding. So with the Taixuan Elder taking the lead, the Formation Hall and Casting Hall established a research group to overcome all difficulties in the fastest time.

“How long?”

Jun Changxiao asked.

“Quickly, two to three years. Slowly, thirty to fifty years.”

The Taixuan Elder didn’t dare guarantee precise completion time. After all, a massive warship had extremely complicated procedures. Slow and careful work produced quality—there couldn’t be the slightest carelessness.

“Fine.”

Jun Changxiao said: “I’ll leave it to you all.”

After leaving the Formation Hall, Gousheng came to the back mountain, sitting before Gu Zhaoxi’s grave, taking out a jar of Zuisheng Mengsi: “Little brother, big brother came to see you again.”

Though he’d learned from the storyteller that Gu Tianxing’s son had a reincarnation spirit and might be Gu Zhaoxi’s reincarnation, in this life he sacrificed for the sect and the Upper Realm, so naturally couldn’t be forgotten.

“Matters here concluded.”

Jun Changxiao took a sip of wine: “I’ll go find you.”

…

Mountain Sea Realm.

Gu Zhaoxi sat on a mountain peak, small hand supporting his chin: “What memories am I missing?”

“Gouwaa!”

His father’s call came: “You’re slacking again!”

“Dad.”

Gu Zhaoxi said helplessly: “The martial arts you taught have absolutely no difficulty. I’ve learned them all now, so naturally I have nothing to do.”

“Fine then.”

Gu Tianxing walked over: “Follow your father to visit the Mountain Sea Realm’s Realm Lord, and incidentally see your future wife.”

“Ah?”

Gu Zhaoxi’s tears nearly flowed.

Given the Mountain Sea Realm Lord couple’s demonic beast appearance, the daughter they birthed would definitely be neither human nor ghost. If I go look, can my eyes take it?

“Dad.”

He said weakly: “Can I break the engagement?”

“Bang—”

Gu Zhaoxi shot up from the ground, flying from the mountain peak to hang upside down from a cliff tree. Then he heard Gu Tianxing roar: “This wife your old man found you has both talent and beauty. You dare break the engagement? From this moment, sever the father-son relationship!”

…

Two years.

Quickly passed.

Since Wangu Sect issued its announcement, the Upper Realm had been rarely peaceful and harmonious.

Though occasionally people discussed the Ten Great Immortal Sects, since they’d become history, it was nothing more than after-dinner conversation.

Wangu Sect was also as平静 as always. High-level members and disciples either cultivated or did missions, living plainly, simply, yet low-key.

The busiest were still the Formation Hall and Casting Hall, because over two years they constantly focused on the warship, finally successfully forging one yesterday.

“Excellent!”

Standing before a warship similar to the Wangu Ship, Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction: “Very good!”

This warship the Taixuan Elder drew gourds from the original was仿造ed. The internal formation array system all came from the Star Spirit Realm, so traversing the universe was no problem.

“Sect Master.”

Zhen Dejun suggested: “Should we give it a name?”

“Yes!”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “This warship was forged through two years of master’s painstaking effort, so the name shall be—Changxiao Ship!”

The Taixuan Elder’s facial expression stiffened.

He’d thought it would be named ‘Taixuan Ship,’ but instead his own name was used!

Can people!

Be this shameless!!

…

“Creak!”

In the courtyard, Ye Xingchen pushed the door open.

He raised his head toward the firmament, gaze flashing killing intent: “Empress Lingyao, are you prepared to die?”

Desolate Land.

Qingwei Zhenren sat cross-legged on strange rocks.

Shortly after, she opened her eyes, looking toward the graceful figure walking from the exit, immediately releasing a long breath.

“Master.”

Empress Lingyao stopped: “Where is the battle agreement location?”

“Zangye Mountain.”

“What place?”

In Wangu Sect’s great hall, Ye Xingchen’s eyes widened.

Jun Changxiao looked again at the letter his master had sent earlier: “Where stars fall, Zangye Mountain.”

“…”

Ye Xingchen’s mouth twitched violently.

Stars fall.

Bury night.

The battle location his sect master’s master chose was frantically hinting he was going to meet his end?

“Though the name is unfavorable to you.”

Jun Changxiao walked down, patting his shoulder: “But this seat deeply believes you have absolute strength to defeat any opponent.”

“When do we depart?”

“Now.”