From Zhang San’s mouth, Jun Changxiao learned that the Seven Mysteries of the Seven Mysteries Saint originated from mastery of seven paths.
Wasn’t this very similar to himself?
Regarding this.
The System wanted to spit in his face.
Sword path, martial path, and array path could barely count—this had to be acknowledged.
But medicine and alchemy were truly just superficial knowledge, not even touching the entry threshold, let alone talisman path and divination path.
“Not afraid of being slapped in the face!”
“Today I’m laying down the gauntlet!”
“If the host is the Seven Mysteries Saint, I’ll do a handstand and eat shit!”
The System’s tone was resolute. The sound of the flag being planted echoed leisurely in Jun Changxiao’s sea of consciousness, causing him to roll a sexy eye. “Stop trying to scam food and drink here.”
Fantasy was fantasy.
Jokes were jokes.
Jun Changxiao was very tempted by the Divination Heavenly Scripture.
Not to mention being able to change Ye Xingchen’s future—if he got his hands on it, wouldn’t he be able to freely peek at the past and future and freely change them?
“No.”
Dog Sheng said, “If this thing truly exists, I absolutely must obtain it!”
“The problem is.”
The System mocked, “You can’t find it.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao was too lazy to pay attention to it. He stood up and headed to the Array Hall, looking at the Xiaotian that had been disassembled again for research, inquiring, “Still can’t replicate it?”
“It’s really too complex.”
Elder Taixuan shook his head. “We need time.”
After the Xiaotian’s first appearance slaughtered all directions, it was sent to the Array Hall for research and had hardly stopped being studied. But because too many points were invested in technology, and many problems couldn’t be substituted with current array technology, progress had always been very unsatisfactory.
“Also…”
Elder Taixuan’s expression was serious. “Even if we can replicate it using various ores and arrays, energy supply alone will be a major problem.”
Over these years, the Diablo Destroyer had been improved again and again, its power progressing step by step.
However.
Mechas required energy supply.
With continuous development, they had already reached a bottleneck.
To give an analogy, energy was equivalent to a CPU. The early Diablo Destroyer’s brain was a first-generation 90-Dog Sheng chip. Through generations of development, it had reached the ninth generation 14-Dog Sheng. But performance had been completely squeezed dry. Now that the tenth generation had come out, the chip manufacturing process still used the previous generation—nothing more than tenth generation 14-Dog Sheng+++++
Jun Changxiao often came to inspect new models and discovered that the improvement margin of each generation grew smaller and smaller. He directly criticized, “You’re not selling these—why are you squeezing out toothpaste here?”
The Forging Hall next door also deserved criticism.
The weapons and equipment they researched before were quite handy for disciples to use. Now they were also running out of steam. The same batch of weapons differed only in materials, with extremely small performance improvements—absolutely worthy of being called exquisite knife work.
“Alas.”
Jun Changxiao sighed toward the sky. “This seat now just wants to say six letters.”
Actually, you couldn’t blame the Array Hall and Forging Hall. After all, they had the technology, but lacked higher-grade energy sources for development.
Even because technology developed too rapidly, first-grade spirit stones from the Myriad Realm were squeezed to their limit, causing technological stagnation.
Someone might ask.
Why not use Immortal Sound Force as a replacement?
Sorry.
This new energy source from the Land of Eternal Life, with the Eternal Sect’s current level, was merely at the pioneering stage.
Using it for martial techniques and enhancing certain equipment was already difficult enough. To truly integrate it into all aspects and all industries would inevitably require a long road ahead.
“This is a problem.”
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin. “Must be resolved.”
“Actually…” After brief silence, Elder Taixuan said, “If there’s an opportunity, you could go to the Star Spirit Realm.”
Dog Sheng’s eyes lit up.
That plane had quite abundant array technology and definitely had considerable high technology too. Making a trip there would surely yield great rewards.
Of course.
Jun Changxiao would absolutely not go as a guest.
“Crack!”
He clenched his fist, shook his head, his gaze cold and stern. “It’s time to settle old accounts.”
The grudge of the Star Meteorite Continent being destroyed—Jun Changxiao wouldn’t forget. So… if he couldn’t deal with the Heavenly Demon Emperor, couldn’t he deal with the Star Spirit Realm?
“Xinyao.”
Jun Changxiao transmitted, “Head to the Star Spirit Realm!”
“Yes!”
Sitting in the Eternal’s pilot cabin, Shangguan Xinyao’s small hand waved. She first pulled up the star map, then locked onto the Star Spirit Realm existing in another star system.
“Whoosh whoosh—”
Energy sprayed from the tail, and the warship vanished out of thin air.
“Beep!”
“Expected arrival at Star Spirit Realm in one year.”
“One year?”
Jun Changxiao said, “That’s still manageable for making more warships.”
“Understood.”
Hearing this, Elder Taixuan immediately mobilized Array Hall members. They all moved facilities and blueprints into the Supreme-grade Spacetime Secret Realm. Before long, Forging Hall members also entered under Fan Yezi’s leadership.
In an instant.
The entire Eternal Sect became solemn.
Although many disciples hadn’t received notification from the Sect Master, they also spontaneously began cultivating even harder and more actively comprehending Immortal Sound Force. They all knew that the previous resistance against the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s thousand warships was merely the beginning. The wars ahead would be even more brutal.
As members of the Eternal Sect, what they could do was continuously strengthen themselves, thereby maintaining the law of inevitable victory in battle with absolutely no deaths, driving readers crazy with doubt.
Who said that fighting absolutely required your own people to die? Don’t give me strict logic and whatnot—they just won’t die, they’ll stay alive. Are you mad?
“Whoosh!”
Atop a mountain peak, Dunan, draped in kasaya, slowly opened his eyes, chanting in a low voice, “Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Padma Empty…”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Suddenly, a hand grabbed him.
“Aiya aiya!” Dunan was dragged away.
The perpetrator, Yao Mengying, gripped his already lush hair that had long since grown back, her face cold. “Stop pretending to be profound here. Hurry up and sweep the courtyard.”
“You you you…”
While being dragged, Dunan pressed his palms together. “A good man doesn’t fight with women. Amitabha.”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
…
“Open your mouth.”
“…”
Although extremely unwilling, Xia Shuiyun still opened her mouth.
Su Xiaomo very gently fed her a peeled and cut apple piece, then smiled. “Is it sweet?”
“Sweet.”
“How about I feed you every day from now on?”
“…”
Xia Shuiyun lowered her head, then pinched his leg with her hand, saying in a low voice, “With so many people watching, aren’t you embarrassed saying such things?”
The camera pulled back.
The two sat in the dining hall, surrounded on all sides by fellow disciples.
“Alas.”
Li Fei rested his chin on the table, casually grabbed a handful of dog food and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing while saying, “I’m used to it.”
Outside the sect in the maple forest, Li Qingyang held Sister Qiao’er’s hand, walking in an environment of fluttering maple leaves. Then he stopped, saying affectionately, “You’ve broken through to the Void-Breaking Realm?”
“Mm…”
“Each major realm advancement adds thousands of years of lifespan. This way, I can have more time to take care of you.” Saying this, Li Qingyang gently embraced the beauty in his arms.
“What if I grow old?”
“We’ll grow old together.”
Hearing this, Sister Qiao’er leaned against his chest, a happy smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
This wave of dog food being scattered—readers led by Xiao Duo had long since been cursing as they exited the livestream.
…
Time flowed, and a year passed in a flash.
“Whoosh!”
Jing Zhixiao put on her mecha suit, took a deep breath, then tucked her helmet under her armpit and strode with military bearing through the dimly lit tunnel, arriving at the base where the Xiaotian was being assembled.
“Clack clack clack!”
“Clack clack clack!”
Arms, torso, and limbs were gradually pieced together.
“Swish!”
Jing Zhixiao jumped into the pilot cabin, skillfully put on her helmet, then began adjusting the equipment and reporting to headquarters that all indicators were normal.
“Number Sixty-Six.”
Xue Rengui’s voice sounded in her ear. “On this trip to the Star Spirit Realm, you must be extremely careful.”
“Understood.”
Jing Zhixiao’s hands rested on the touchscreen.
“Buzz—” The Xiaotian’s dim eyes were instantly lit up, and the cold, heavy mecha seemed to suddenly come alive.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
The tightly closed door ahead slowly opened, and the devices binding the mecha gradually detached.
“Clack!”
The Xiaotian’s mechanical hand suddenly clenched tight. Sitting in the pilot cabin, Jing Zhixiao closed his eyes, his expression enraptured. “Grandpa’s youth has returned.”
“Depart!”
“Step step step!”
Jing Zhixiao waved one hand, and the Xiaotian instantly ran outward, running faster and faster, with increasing momentum.
“Boom!”
However, just as the front foot ran out of the secret base and was preparing to jump, the mechanized head flew off. The entire torso stood rooted to the spot. Shortly after, both arms and legs automatically separated and scattered on the runway.
“Sect Master!”
“This isn’t my operational problem—it’s their assembly problem!”
“No… no!”
“I need to go scout intelligence!”
“I never want to clean toilets again!”