The Ancient Passage Warship completely outclassed the Starry Sky Fortress’s warships in performance. So when the speed fully ramped up, it was so fast they couldn’t even see the ship’s tail lights, so fast they couldn’t even smell the exhaust!

“Detestable scoundrel!”

Chou Guard, Mao Guard, and the others were furious beyond measure!

All the ninth level hell’s main offenders escaped prison. If the master learned of this, he would definitely be furious. They themselves would inevitably be cursed out thoroughly.

“Pft!”

Inside the patrol room, Zi Guard, having learned the latest intelligence, spat out a mouthful of blood. After briefly suppressing it, he said angrily: “Notify the other patrol guards to have them return to the fortress immediately at once!”

Investigate, thoroughly investigate!

They must capture all the escaped main offenders!

“Big Brother.”

Si Guard, whose gaze was snake-like and cold, said: “The ninth level hell’s formation system must have been tampered with, which is why Chou Guard and the others were completely unaware.”

Zi Guard said both angrily and self-reproachfully: “So that guy really could break it. I was too careless!”

Though he didn’t know exactly how the main offenders escaped, he could basically confirm that all of this must be related to Jun Changxiao, because the other party had once said he would break it, and he himself had foolishly agreed with a smile!

“The fortress’s defensive system is extremely strong, yet this person could easily break it. His understanding of formations must be extraordinarily transcendent.” Si Guard frowned: “We must be extra careful when capturing him.”

“Correct!”

Zi Guard expressed agreement.

Able to break formations meant he could definitely set up formations.

This kind of powerhouse with formidable personal strength who was also proficient in formation dao was often the most troublesome.

Actually, they were overthinking it.

Jun Changxiao had only just learned formation breaking. His formation setting skills weren’t even as good as Old Zhen’s.

……

“Swish!”

In the endless universe, the Ancient Passage Warship sped forward at extreme speed, heading in the direction of Xingyun Continent.

Jun Changxiao sat in the pilot’s cabin, seriously contemplating problems.

Prison had been escaped.

But the fortress side definitely wouldn’t let it go easily. If they came knocking one day, it wouldn’t be strange at all.

“Sigh.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “Dodged the first, can’t dodge the fifteenth.”

“So.”

The system said: “It’s still because the host isn’t powerful enough. If you had strength not inferior to theirs, why would you worry about them coming?”

“…”

Jun Changxiao could hear that this guy was instigating him to spend money again.

If he had unlimited contribution points to use, whoever didn’t spend until heaven and earth merged would be the grandson!

“Of course.”

The system said: “The host also shouldn’t be too pessimistic. After all, the Nine Great Wudi have already been rescued. You only need to obtain recognition from Xingyun Continent’s various sects to prove dao and become emperor!”

“Isn’t that obvious.”

Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes: “Otherwise, what did I work so hard for!”

If not for Epic Task Fourteen, when he went to the Starry Sky Fortress, he’d at most buy some medicinal materials for refining Half-Saint Pills, then inquire about overall strength before returning. He definitely wouldn’t deliberately go do the imprisonment thing.

The main issue was encountering a patrol guard on the road.

Minimum mid-level Void Realm, and there were twelve of them. With Jun Changxiao’s current strength not even reaching lower level, he naturally didn’t dare directly confront them head-on. Because confronting meant wasting trump cards, and even using them might not guarantee victory.

“Right!”

Mentioning the Nine Great Wudi made Jun Changxiao puzzled: “People have already been rescued. Why isn’t Epic Task Fourteen completed?”

The system said: “Perhaps the host needs to bring them to Xingyun Continent before it meets the completion conditions.”

“Hope so.”

Jun Changxiao’s mind stirred, summoning all nine Wudi out.

The powerhouses who had been imprisoned for thousands of years had already bathed and changed clothes in the Prison Suppressing Tower. Their previous miserable appearance had diminished considerably, and they’d recovered a bit of their royal bearing.

Seeing they were currently positioned on a warship with infinite universe all around, the nine Wudi immediately realized they’d been rescued. So they all cupped their hands in thanks: “Many thanks to Sect Master Jun for the rescue!”

“We’re all Xingyun people—helping each other is only natural.” Jun Changxiao said.

With his current strength, he could completely disregard the nine emperors, but after all, they were also elders, so naturally, he should give sufficient respect.

Moreover.

Epic Task Thirteen was also related to them.

Jun Changxiao chatted with the nine emperors for a while, then put his thoughts into piloting, because having left the sect for several months, he now greatly missed his disciples and柳婉诗’s cooking.

At the beginning of transmigration, Gou Sheng felt unfamiliar with the Iron Bone Sect and the entire world, even feeling completely out of place. But as he grew and developed along the way, he’d already considered himself a Xingyun Continent person and the Eternal Sect as his inseparable home.

If not limited by the bomb, making Jun Changxiao have to strive hard.

He would be willing to spend each day amid laughter and curses, in simplicity and plainness, with his disciples until growing old, until passing away.

“Babies.”

“I’ve missed you all to death.”

Jun Changxiao’s loud shout came through the universe’s starry sky.

The disciples’ appearances also passed through his sea of consciousness one by one—there were Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji, there were Ye Xingchen and He Wudi, and also Lu Qianqian and Liu Wanshi.

Of course.

What Jun Changxiao cared about in his heart weren’t just the sect’s high-ranking members and disciples. There were also friends made on Xingyun Continent, like Ai Shangni, Xie Guangkun, City Lord Han, and Miaohua Palace’s Xi Jingxuan.

“Don’t forget about your wife.”

“Scram!”

……

Xingyun Continent.

Martial artists from various states and prefectures’ cities were as usual either cultivating or busying themselves with affairs. Days were peaceful as always.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Suddenly, waves of powerful auras pressed down from the firmament, and heaven and earth trembled violently.

All living beings were dumbfounded.

Powerhouses from major sects walked out of their rooms one after another, solemnly looking up at the shaking space.

“This is…”

Taixuan Saint Sect—Yu Linyun, who had just succeeded as sect master not long ago, walked out from the great hall. Looking at the change in heaven and earth, his voice trembled: “They’ve come… they’ve come… they’ve returned!”

Who?

Returned?

The disciples were completely bewildered.

“Swish!”

Just then, a crimson stream of light seemed to tear through space and fly out. As the radiance gradually dissipated, a威武-bodied middle-aged man appeared suspended in mid-air with his hands behind his back, erupting with an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!”

The elemental properties between heaven and earth were infected, beginning to become excited.

“Spirit Emperor!”

A Taixuan Saint Sect elder cried out in shock.

With these words, the entire sect instantly became silent. All disciples’ eyes widened, even their breathing nearly stopped!

This middle-aged man who, with just one glance, created a strong urge to prostrate—he was actually one of the legendary Nine Great Wudi!

“Spirit Emperor!”

“It’s the Spirit Emperor!”

The entire continent thoroughly boiled!

“Grandpa Ding, do you know this person?” At the Eternal Sect’s dining hall entrance, Liu Wanshi waved her ladle and asked.

Ding Xingwang said gravely: “He is one of the Nine Great Wudi, the Spirit Emperor.”

“Oh.”

The next second, Liu Wanshi’s expression went blank, then she shrieked: “Nine Great Wudi? My heavens! Spirit Emperor! He’s the Spirit Emperor! Everyone come out and look!”

Hearing this, sect disciples all looked up at that powerhouse with overwhelming aura, their gazes filling with worship.

“Hmm?”

Ye Xingchen, who had just walked to the training tower, stopped his steps. Discovering the guy above striking a pose, he said disdainfully: “I thought he was dead.”

“Swish! Swish!”

Just then, History Emperor, Connection Emperor, and the other eight Wudi successively appeared in all living beings’ vision.

They hovered irregularly in mid-air, their majestic and noble auras spreading madly. One couldn’t tell at all that they’d once been imprisoned and abused.

Under the vast emperor’s might, ordinary people unconsciously knelt down.

Every dimension had its strongest representatives. Xingyun Continent’s representatives were the Ten Great Wudi. Though one had died in between, though only nine remained, they were still the people’s faith, the divine beings in their hearts.

Today.

They had returned!

Wait a moment!

Just as all living beings were extremely excited, a discordant stream of light flew over and stopped above the nine emperors.

As the radiance gradually dissipated, it revealed an extremely wicked handsome face, struck an extremely wicked pose, and transmitted an extremely wicked voice: “This seat has safely brought back the Nine Great Wudi. May I ask, where are the flowers? Where is the applause?”