“And then?”
“That’s it.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao fell silent.
He had thought there would be a more dramatic story, but… the Heaven-Devouring Demon Ancestor was just dealt with by the Seven Profound Saint Venerable like that.
“By the way.”
Jian Guixu remembered something: “It’s said that demon left behind an evil technique manual, and whoever inherits it can unify the upper cosmos and even comprehend the mystery of eternal life.”
“What manual?”
Jun Changxiao became interested.
“Not clear.”
Jian Guixu said: “Ancient texts don’t record it.”
“How does Senior know the Heavenly Demon Emperor is a descendant of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Ancestor?”
“After Senior Qixuan destroyed the demon, he left behind a saying that in the future, his descendants would make a comeback, and when that time came, blood would stain the nine heavens and bring chaos to all living beings.” Jian Guixu said.
Jun Changxiao spoke helplessly: “Since he predicted the Heaven-Devouring Demon Ancestor’s descendants would plague the cosmos in later generations, why not eliminate them completely?”
“Sect Master Jun.”
Jian Guixu said: “The future contains not only certainties but also variables. Even a great power like Senior Qixuan couldn’t control everything.”
“That’s true.”
Jun Changxiao immediately felt relieved.
“Sect Master Jun.”
Jian Guixu raised his cup, speaking seriously: “Once, Senior Qixuan destroyed the demon in the Endless Abyss. This old man hopes that today you can eliminate the Heavenly Demon Emperor who plagues the cosmos.”
Their time together, and all that had been accomplished, made him clearly recognize that if the upper cosmos would welcome a new dawn, it would definitely be through him and the Eternal Sect.
Without exaggeration.
Jian Guixu had come to see Jun Changxiao as the hope of the upper cosmos.
“I!”
“Will do my utmost!”
Jun Changxiao deeply admired the Seven Profound Saint Venerable.
Since he had once destroyed a great demon who brought calamity to all living beings, then this lesser demon, the Heavenly Demon Emperor, would be left to him.
In an instant.
Dog Sheng felt as if he was in a wondrous realm. A towering figure slowly turned around, saying in profound tones: “Child, the cosmos I once protected, I entrust to you today.”
Jun Changxiao cupped his fists: “Please rest assured, Senior. Jun will dedicate himself wholeheartedly!”
“Ptui!”
The system said: “Why is he so dramatic!”
…
After the drinking session ended.
Jun Changxiao didn’t go to sleep but sat in his study pondering the evil technique manual Jian Guixu had mentioned.
“If only…”
He murmured: “It would appear in the shop.”
“No problem.” The system said: “As long as Host is willing to spend reputation points, you can definitely obtain any manual that exists in heaven and earth.”
“I’m not drunk!”
Jun Changxiao rolled his eyes: “Would I believe that?”
Indeed, the system shop could definitely produce various manuals, but the key was whether he had that kind of luck. Otherwise, it would be like a gambler sinking deeper and deeper, ultimately ending up destitute.
…
The next day.
Jun Changxiao first inspected the city construction, then went to the Temporal Secret Realm. As soon as he entered, he got quite a fright.
Led by Old Taixuan, the entire research group sat cross-legged on the ground. They all uniformly had disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes with visible veins—they looked like they’d gone mad.
“Master.”
Jun Changxiao spoke weakly: “Are you all alright?”
How dare you ask?
If he hadn’t assigned this task, would everyone have researched day and night without rest? Would they have had mental breakdowns?
“No progress, no progress!”
Old Taixuan clutched his head, his voice hoarse as he wailed.
A formation covering an entire realm wasn’t just a massive engineering project—it involved many technical core issues, so the consumption of brain cells was dozens of times normal.
Regarding this.
As the author, I express understanding and sympathy.
Because mental work is truly exhausting. Especially when there’s no inspiration, one can only scratch their head anxiously, toss and turn sleeplessly, and even risk going bald.
Speaking of which, most of the research group had hair falling out in patches, their hairlines in critical danger, or already forming a bald spot on top.
“Sigh.”
Jun Changxiao couldn’t bear to watch and silently produced several bottles of hair growth tonic.
“Master.”
He sat down and spoke earnestly: “In a certain world, there was a nation that, in the most difficult era, without any solid technical support, used abacuses to calculate the ultimate weapon to defend their country and people, making the entire world hear the dragon’s roar!”
“What world? Which nation?” Old Taixuan asked.
“That’s not the point.” Jun Changxiao said: “The point is, this tells us that no matter how difficult things are, as long as we persevere, as long as we work together, any problem can be resolved.”
“Makes sense.”
Old Taixuan nodded, then stood up and yielded his seat with cupped fists: “You persevere, you work hard.”
Inspirational talk—I can give that too!
But returning to reality, the Realm-Protecting Grand Formation was truly too difficult to research!
“Keep it up!”
Jun Changxiao pretended not to see, saying: “Go for it!”
With that, he immediately fled.
“Damn!”
Old Taixuan glared: “Classic case of talking without feeling the pain!”
“Grand Elder, we…”
“Continue researching!”
“Yes!”
And so, the elite talents of the Formation Hall continued researching day and night. Blueprint after blueprint was drawn out, piling up to gradually form small mountains.
Researching a formation covering an entire realm truly consumed too many brain cells, and the fundamental reason was the extreme difficulty in achieving technical breakthroughs. For instance, how should the formation lines and formation cores be designed to support such a terrifyingly massive formation?
This problem alone had troubled them for a long time, not to mention actually setting it up—the workload was completely unimaginable!
“Ahhh!”
Old Taixuan clutched a pile of blueprints, wailing in agony: “This problem is too difficult!”
The old tech-savvy homebody who had created two cultivation methods and researched the technology for Diablo was nearly driven mad by the Realm-Protecting Grand Formation.
Regarding this.
Jun Changxiao could only frequently come to console them and even personally participate, but whenever he saw tables full of blueprints, saw the intricate formation lines and cores, he immediately felt dizzy and would run out of the secret realm covering his mouth to vomit.
“Master.”
“I’m very sorry, I suffer from trypophobia.”
“Ptui!”
…
One month later in the outside world.
The research group had produced countless blueprints and held no fewer than several hundred discussions, yet still made no progress whatsoever.
“This won’t do.”
Jun Changxiao grew anxious.
Even with time acceleration assistance, they hadn’t found a clue. It would truly take until the year of the monkey and month of the horse.
“Sect Master!” Just then, Shangguan Xinyao, who had been deep in thought, spoke joyfully: “I’ve thought of a solution!”
“What solution?”
Jun Changxiao asked delightedly.
“We can do this, we can do that, and we can also do this…” Because it involved secrets, and to prevent readers from learning it, Shangguan Xinyao’s words were automatically encrypted.
“Right!”
Old Taixuan seemed struck by lightning, exclaiming joyfully: “How did I not think of this!”
The solution Shangguan Xinyao provided gave the research group a direction to pursue, and they began actively exploring.
“Will this work?”
Jun Changxiao had doubts.
Shangguan Xinyao said: “Only through this method can we create a super-large formation supporting an entire realm.”
“…”
Jun Changxiao considered briefly: “Alright! It’s decided. We’ll use the realm’s origin as the formation core! To support the entire Realm-Protecting Grand Formation!”
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