Following the principle of better to kill wrongly than let one go, that group of first-class nobles planned to obliterate the suspicious servant corpse.
At that time, the Demon Ancestor was conflicted.
Should he continue explaining to them, or…
Time didn’t allow him to think too much, because Jun Changxiao proactively appeared and solved all the trouble.
“Snap!”
The communicator fell.
It had the Demon Ancestor’s portrait on it and had already been transmitted.
This meant that before dying, they had already notified the relevant departments to investigate servant corpse number 9527.
“Jun Changxiao!”
The Demon Ancestor roared: “You’re going to get me killed!”
A group of noble warriors had been killed, and his image had coincidentally been transmitted. He’d definitely be identified as the murderer.
Having lived in the Star Spirit Realm for over ten years, the Demon Ancestor knew well that servant corpses who committed crimes would be punished. Especially for obliterating first-class nobles—that would certainly result in capital punishment!
Finished.
All finished.
“Huff huff!” Thinking that he hadn’t yet made his comeback but would meet his end with soul annihilation, the Demon Ancestor’s evil intent suddenly arose. His palm gathered vicious power, and he looked at Jun Changxiao with splitting eyes.
Ten years ago.
Because of him, all his plans failed.
Ten years later.
Again because of him, he couldn’t endure hardships to build strength!
Kill!
Kill!
Old and new grudges filled his consciousness, making the Demon Ancestor no longer care how strong Jun Changxiao was. He directly raised his hand and blasted toward him!
It seemed irrational.
But actually, he’d seized the best opening.
Because… that guy was bending down looting.
“Boom—”
Dust flew, the ground shook.
The Demon Ancestor maintained his striking posture, fist pressed against Jun Changxiao’s back. He’d clearly seized the opening and hit successfully. But his angry face gradually twisted, then he retreated several steps, his left hand supporting his right wrist, letting out a pig-slaughtering scream.
“Ahhh—”
That punch just now felt like hitting a steel plate.
“What are you doing?”
Jun Changxiao collected the noble warriors’ spatial rings, then turned around with a completely harmless expression.
“…”
The Demon Ancestor squatted on the ground in pain, roaring inwardly: “Just how strong is this guy that even without defending, he’s completely unharmed!”
“I say.”
Jun Changxiao said: “You’re at least the Demon Illusion Clan’s ancestor. Are you really willing to be a lower-class person in the Star Spirit Realm?”
“Isn’t it all because of you!” the Demon Ancestor roared.
Jun Changxiao said: “Since we’re fellow countrymen, this seat will help you escape your predicament.”
“Hmph.”
The Demon Ancestor sneered: “Would I believe that?”
He absolutely didn’t believe Jun Changxiao would help him. If he helped, it would definitely be with some ulterior motive.
Sure enough.
Jun Changxiao stroked his chin: “This seat is very curious—what method did the Star Spirit Realm use to forcibly stuff a soul into a corpse?”
“…”
The Demon Ancestor’s face darkened: “You want to research me?”
“Correct!”
“You’re the one who caused me to fall to this state. Even if this ancestor dies, I won’t cooperate!”
“Whoosh—”
Before the Demon Ancestor finished speaking, he’d already disappeared from the spot. Not only was he sent into the Eternal Realm, he was sent into the Heavenly Origin Prison Pagoda.
Done.
Arranged.
Readers familiar with Er Ya’s power could already imagine the Demon Ancestor getting brutally abused, probably shouting “it smells good” too. After all, currently speaking, no one could come out of the Prison Pagoda with unwavering resolve.
…
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Not long after, at the scene where first-class nobles were obliterated, several elders with deep cultivation landed. They looked at the blood and flesh scattered on the ground, their gazes turning cold: “The murderer must be nine-five-two-seven.”
These people came from the Enforcement Hall.
Just now, they’d received the servant corpse portrait sent by first-class nobles to investigate his identity. Suddenly contact was lost, so they hurriedly sent people to investigate.
Sigh.
The Demon Ancestor took this blame rock solid.
Speaking of which, where was Jun Changxiao?
He’d already left the crime scene, sitting cross-legged on a certain mountain peak, his spiritual sense slowly releasing to carefully spy on everything in the Star Spirit Realm.
This first-class plane, whether in terms of heaven and earth attributes or landscape features, was stronger than the Eternal Realm and Crossing Heaven Realm—definitely top-tier elite level.
“Hm?”
Jun Changxiao discovered the city closest to him.
Judging from the city gates, the scale wasn’t too large, but the strength of the beings living inside was very high. Truth-Seeking Realm level warriors were simply everywhere.
“A small city already has so many Truth-Seeking Realm cultivators.” Jun Changxiao said: “Wouldn’t top-tier cities be even more terrifying?”
He continued exploring the city.
Gradually, Dog Leftover discovered military camps outside the city with soldiers drilling on the training grounds.
Constantly changing positions, constantly discovering new cities. Though the customs and culture varied, all had military camps, giving the feeling of universal military service.
Of course.
There were also many shipyards of different specifications.
Jun Changxiao watched from afar as several newly built starship warships flew up, then said: “If I could get their manufacturing plans, it should increase production speed, right?”
Actually, speaking of the Eternal Sect, they already had the ability to build warships. They only lacked professional blueprints and indispensable materials.
“This ore has excellent quality.”
At a certain shipyard warehouse, Jun Changxiao held a stone and carefully examined it.
“Who’s there?”
Warriors patrolling outside discovered him.
However, when they rushed in, the person had already vanished without a trace.
As for the ore stored inside for building warships—all gone too.
…
Over the next several days.
Jun Changxiao wandered the Star Spirit Realm like a ghost, using nearly three chapters to deeply understand the entire world.
Indeed.
Their technology tree was maxed out.
Many cities had teleportation arrays.
Shipyards and military factories were everywhere.
If some special situation arose, they could quickly assemble large forces. If launching an invasion externally, they could also rapidly form a massive fleet.
“A bit troublesome.”
Jun Changxiao initially thought that after gathering enough intelligence, he’d directly make war on the Star Spirit Realm. Now he had to think thrice before acting, because with the Eternal Realm’s combat power, they might not be able to destroy this plane.
Especially!
There were many servant corpses.
The Star Spirit Realm’s special feature wasn’t having many shipyards, many military camps and soldiers, but the servant corpses.
One could say this was their signature.
In the days Jun Changxiao spent scouting, he discovered that from small villages to large cities, all had servant corpses carved with numbers. They could serve as servants, attendants, or fighters—very numerous and absolutely obedient to commands.
“If war breaks out.”
The System said: “All the Star Spirit Realm’s servant corpses will be mobilized.”
“Yeah.”
Jun Changxiao said: “That’s what I’m worried about.”
Servant corpses were just corpses. If killed, their souls still existed and could be continuously manufactured and produced. Even if their strength wasn’t necessarily strong, they were still top-tier cannon fodder.
“If we could make the servant corpses lose their power source, there probably wouldn’t be much problem.” the System said.
“So we must research it as soon as possible.”
Jun Changxiao merged into the Prison Pagoda and came to the cell holding the Demon Ancestor. Through the door crack, he watched Er Ya vigorously swinging her whip, listening to the beautiful melody composed of screams, the corners of his mouth gradually forming a signature smile.
“Warden!”
Zhao Doudou said: “This guy passed out again!”
“Little Lülü, splash him awake!”
“Splash—”
A basin of cold water struck, making the fainted Demon Ancestor immediately regain consciousness. Then he painfully raised his head, looked through the door crack at Jun Changxiao, and said weakly: “I… I’ll cooperate…”
That same day.
The half-dead Demon Ancestor was sent to the Array Hall, then tied up on a bed with lights shining from above, making it hard to open his eyes.
“Step step step!”
The Eternal Sect’s great elders and hall masters gathered around.
They wore white lab coats and face masks, quietly discussing with each other, just like a group of surgeons discussing how to operate on a patient.
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