Xuanji Fortress was a colossal city of steel, forged entirely from metal. Its overall shape resembled a mountain, level with the Mystic Dao Surface. It stretched for over ten thousand light-zhang, larger than some star systems, an astonishingly immense sight. Countless starships came and went, while innumerable streaks of light swirled through the air, dazzling the eye.
This was Xuanji Fortress, one of the Aurora God Kingdom's core strongholds.
At the upper and lower ends of Xuanji Fortress floated a gigantic eyeball apiece. Both were composed of energy—one resembling flame, the other ice. The two eyeballs monitored the entire fortress and its surrounding regions, observing everything that happened. Normally, they served as surveillance devices, but at critical moments, they could transform into powerful weapons. A single glare could blast apart a star.
Xuanji Fortress had many entrances and exits, and Fan Lang arrived at one of them.
This entrance had been established specifically for lower-class people. Everyone who came here belonged to that class, and it looked like nothing more than a crude, enormous metal ring.
The entrances for middle-class and upper-class people were far more luxurious and came with more attentive service.
Countless starships and individuals formed a long queue, slowly passing through the huge metal ring. The starships here all looked ordinary. Some were obviously old, while others bore signs of repair.
Being able to travel by starship was already considered good. Many people could only fly on their own and did not even have a starship.
On Low-level Stars, these people might have been influential figures, but here, they were merely lower-class people at the bottom of society.
Most of these lower-class people were Lower Gods.
When there were too many gods, gods ceased to be valuable.
A person's status was not determined solely by their realm.