The dark-gold-transformed Xiao Zuiji, although his power and body defense had improved considerably, faced far too many battlefield specters. Relying on one person alone was definitely difficult to resolve, so he could only urgently call for his fellow sect members.

“Attack!”

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Led by Li Qingyang, disciples rushed over. Purple Scale Demon King, Ding Xingwang, and other high-level combat forces also flew from the main peak.

A new round of combat began. Because it had been repeated multiple times, after a brief exchange, the battlefield specters were completely annihilated, declaring the end.

Each time it was the same number and strength. From their first defeat, it represented that they couldn’t do anything to the Eternal Ancient Sect, much less break through the Star Meteor Continent stronghold—they could only mindlessly send experience.

After combat ended.

Xiao Zuiji returned to the stronghold. The energy within his body dissipated, the dark gold color across his entire body instantly receded, and Yunzhou Xiayin gradually coalesced and stood before him. From its dim color, the finishing move had obviously entered cooldown time.

“How do you feel?”

Xiao Zuiji’s gaze blazed, “Very powerful!”

With the finishing move’s enhancement, he gained explosive power and formidable defense. His entire person was comprehensively sublimated!

Li Fei, Tian Qi, and others were dying of envy. They hurriedly went to the construction site, only to discover that Junior Brothers Ye Xingchen and He Wudi were already moving bricks, so their mouths twitched, “Even more diligent than us!”

…

Central Exalted Province, the altar.

After the Eternal Ancient Sect completely annihilated the battlefield specters again, the time had shortened to sixty days.

At this pace, if the Upper Realm continued sending experience packs down, in a few days the transmission gate leading to the plane battlefield would manifest in Star Meteor Continent.

“The time shortened again!”

The designated first batch of powerhouses, after receiving news sent from the altar, had not only already arranged their affairs, some had even built cenotaphs in advance.

As the time to enter the battlefield drew closer, a bleak, tragic, and somber atmosphere of “the wind sighs, the Yi River grows cold; once the warrior departs, he shall not return” gathered over Star Meteor Continent’s firmament.

“Father, you’ve been coming rather frequently lately.”

“I just want to see you.”

In the dining hall, Mu Changhong ate fried rice while watching his daughter, then secretly wiped away tears at the corner of his eyes.

“Father, your daughter just returned from training outside. I’ll go comprehend first.” Mu Honglian didn’t notice her father’s abnormality and went to the Spirit Gathering Formation to digest the martial dao experience just obtained.

“City Lord Mu.”

Jun Changxiao sat down carrying a jar of wine, pouring him a cup, “The plane battlefield isn’t hell. No need to be so pessimistic.”

“Sigh.”

Mu Changhong lifted his bowl and drank it all, sighing, “According to news sent from the altar, the time to enter the battlefield is only sixty days away.”

“Sixty days?”

Jun Changxiao said with surprise, “Wasn’t it still two years?”

“It was two years at the start. Who knows what person from the Upper Realm our Star Meteor Continent offended—now it’s been reduced to two months.” Mu Changhong said with a bitter expression.

Jun Changxiao asked, “When was it reduced?”

Mu Changhong told him all the news he received from the altar.

After learning this, Jun Changxiao fell into silence.

From the shortened time, it should be when sect disciples were exchanging blows with battlefield specters. Could it be… there was a connection between the two?

“Could it be that as the area becomes more town-like, it caused the time to enter the plane battlefield to advance?”

Jun Changxiao had this speculation because the Upper Realm stipulated that after planes entered, they must expand territory to city-scale before having the qualification to freely leave.

Currently, the Star Meteor Continent stronghold was already very close to town-scale. The Upper Realm didn’t want them to have already met requirements before entering, so they deliberately forcibly shortened the time?

“Don’t worry, City Lord Mu.”

Jun Changxiao lifted his bowl and smiled, “Perhaps a miracle will happen.”

“I hope so.”

Mu Changhong scrounged quite a bit of food and drank quite a bit of wine at the Eternal Ancient Sect, then left in a drunken state.

Jun Changxiao forced the alcohol out of his body and sat in the great hall, propping up his left cheek, “With the time to enter the battlefield accelerating, I also need to hurry and set a price.”

Star Meteor Continent’s various warriors embraced certain death entering the plane battlefield, but in fact, inside had almost been cleared by himself. So this was a good opportunity to make money.

…

Strangely enough, after Xiao Zuiji activated his finishing move in battle yesterday, battlefield specters hadn’t appeared for several days in a row.

“Did they get scared?” Jun Changxiao shook his head.

Without battlefield specters coming, in their spare time from cultivation, Li Qingyang and others put their thoughts into construction. Each mountain peak changed every day.

Li Shangtian, Mu Honglian, and others, having had sufficient actual combat, put their thoughts into comprehension. They successively touched the wall leading to Martial Emperor. As long as they pushed it down, they could easily advance.

“Wow!”

In the dining hall, Liu Wanshi held Ruyi Shenmeng, saying joyfully, “Sect Master, the spatula is so beautiful!”

Jun Changxiao said, “Girl, this isn’t a spatula. This is a divine armament!”

“Pfft!”

Liu Wanshi laughed, “Sect Master, spatulas are used for cooking. How could they be divine armaments?”

“Don’t believe me?”

Jun Changxiao shrugged, “You can try it.”

“Okay.”

Liu Wanshi said, “I’ll try it!”

…

“Senior Brother Chu, how’s your comprehension going?” On the Martial Arts Practice Field, Huo Ling smiled.

Chu Xiunan said proudly, “I have a premonition—within half a month, I can definitely break through to Martial Emperor!”

“I have this premonition too!” Huo Ling smiled.

The two had entered the plane battlefield to fight multiple times. Their actual combat experience and realm comprehension accumulated extremely quickly. With their decent natural talent, breaking through to Emperor level was a matter of course.

“Let’s go eat in the dining hall.”

“Huh!”

Huo Ling and Chu Xiunan were just about to stand when they both froze in place, because from the dining hall kitchen’s direction, golden light suddenly flickered, flashing so brightly they could barely open their eyes!

“What’s going on!”

“Why is there such intense golden light manifesting!”

Disciples who were going to eat all noticed. After the golden light dissipated, they all gathered in the kitchen. They saw Liu Wanshi standing before the stove, eyes wide as saucers.

In the large wok was fried rice.

But every single grain of rice was enveloped in golden radiance!

“This…”

Liu Wanshi rubbed her eyes, exclaiming, “What’s happening!”

The ingredients and rice were all very normal. The method was also the same as always. How come this time the stir-fry came out glittering and shining, as if it had turned into gold?

“Could it be.”

Liu Wanshi looked toward Ruyi Shenmeng resting on the cutting board, “It’s because of using it to stir-fry?”

…

“Heavens! The fried rice Senior Sister Liu made is even tastier than before. My soul feels like it’s going to fly to the heavens!”

“Wu wu wu… how can there be such fragrant fried rice in this world!”

In the dining hall, disciples ate the golden fried rice while crazily praising it.

Zhen Dejun, after finishing eating, even held up his bowl and licked a big circle around the inside, then loudly proclaimed, “Big Black, serve me another bowl!”

“Sect Master!”

At the kitchen door, Liu Wanshi lovingly hugged Ruyi Shenmeng, saying joyfully, “This spatula is really amazing!”

Jun Changxiao said, “For warriors, swords are weapons. For cooks, soup ladles and spatulas are equally weapons. So this seat said it’s a divine armament—that’s correct.”

“Mm mm!” Liu Wanshi nodded heavily.

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—”

Just then, a powerful advancement momentum surged from outside.

“Hong Lian is about to break through.” Jun Goushen smiled.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Suddenly, from the mountain peak where inner sect male disciples resided, an incomparably sharp sword momentum surged forth.

Sect Master Jun said with astonishment, “Zhou Hong is also about to break through to Sword Emperor!”

Since the plane battlefield appeared, Zhou Hong hadn’t been given any screen time. It wasn’t that they forgot about him, but that Surge Talismans couldn’t surge sword dao.

“After this guy breaks through, his strength will definitely be above mine.” Ye Xingchen thought secretly.

Though he had broken through to Martial Emperor early on, he also knew that once Zhou Hong broke through to Sword Emperor level, without relying on external factors, it would be very difficult to defeat the other party.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

Advancement momentum howled, dissipating after about a moment.

Mu Honglian smoothly stepped into the Martial Emperor Realm. Zhou Hong entered the Sword Emperor Realm!

“Hall Master Li.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Our sect has a Sword Emperor born this day. Hold a party tonight to celebrate.”

“Mm.” Li Luoqiu nodded.

Standing in the distance, Ye Xingchen’s expression became wonderful. He firmly resolved in his heart, “Can’t drink alcohol. Absolutely can’t drink alcohol!”