Fang Mo stepped out of the Teleportation Gate and found himself staring at a bustling construction site. The base's construction was already in full swing.
The base stood on the former site of the Thirteen Alliances, with the Nine Great Alliances serving as the main construction force. Many massive machines were at work, the enormous steel walls had begun to take shape, and countless buildings within the city were rising from the ground.
Not far from the Teleportation Gate, a Void Passage had already been built in the sky. Heavenly vessels emerged from it from time to time, transporting vast quantities of supplies.
Guan Lie, Xie Changmin, and Guan Lu all stared at everything before them with curiosity in their eyes.
The void vortex, the ships flying through the sky, and the martial artists occasionally streaking across the heavens atop flying swords all drew their gazes. They felt as if they had stepped into an immortal martial world, where everything seemed so unreal.
Fang Mo had not expected things to move so quickly. He had only been gone for a few days, yet the base had already begun to take shape.
It seemed that the arrangements he had made before leaving had not been delayed. The sect also placed great importance on this base; it had even set up a grand formation. With this formation in place, there was no need to fear a surprise attack from the Mechanical Empire.
At that moment, several figures shot over—Du Xun, Xiao Jingsheng, Lu Yuanchu, and several True Man Realm cultivators from Taichu Peak.
The moment Fang Mo saw their expressions, he knew the situation was likely bad. His heart sank.
The heavenly vessel sent to receive the Galactic Alliance had encountered a storm and met with disaster. Their fate was still unknown,