Jun Changxiao had rarely considered the bigger picture and had not arrogantly clashed with the Patrol Envoy.
That had been the right choice, because as the warship traveled at low speed, they gradually discovered warships arriving from different directions. From the looks of it, they were all heading for the Starry Sky Fortress just like them.
Good thing I held back.
Jun Changxiao thought to himself, If I had started fighting that guy at the drop of a hat, it would definitely have alerted many people and put the fortress on guard. Then it would have been hard for me to sneak in.
"Ahhh!"
"I'm still not strong enough!"
"My cheat still isn't overpowered enough!"
Gousheng was deeply frustrated.
The system said, "Host, it has not even been ten years since you transmigrated, yet you have already risen from the very bottom and are about to break through to Martial God. What is there to be dissatisfied about?"
Jun Changxiao calmed down and thought it over. "That seems true."
If those old monsters who had cultivated for thousands of years just to barely touch the threshold of Martial Saint heard that, they would definitely rush over and take turns slapping him across the face.
Along the way.
More and more warships arrived from different directions.
It was like a marketplace gathering.
Jun Changxiao kept his Spiritual Sense released.
He soon discovered that the martial artists aboard every warship in the starry battlefield wore different clothes. There were even creatures that looked half-human, half-beast.
The Nine-Layered Hell of the Starry Sky Fortress was certainly terrifying.
Yet the underground black market within it was also the sacred land most coveted by Planar Martial Artists.
Thus, it attracted countless people at every moment, all hoping to find treasures there.
Although there were quite