My... Grave?
Upper Realm.
The dozens of axe marks carved across the Firmament were exceptionally eye-catching. Forty-nine Warships had been cut cleanly in half at the waist, lying amid the mountains and rivers in all manner of poses.
Even after falling from such heights, they had remained intact, showing just how formidable their defenses were. Yet in the end, they still could not withstand Gu Zhaoxi's father's woodcutting axe.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Not long after the Upper Realm had weathered its calamity, one Dark Destroyer after another flew over, numbering at least several thousand.
Under Zhong Yi's command, they stopped before the severed Warships. Then, working together, they raised them with their power and carried them back to the sect like ants moving house.
To martial artists from all walks of life, these damaged flying Warships were nothing more than piles of scrap metal. But to Old Man Taixuan, they were absolute treasures, because all sorts of Formations remained on them and could be used for research!
After half a day, aside from several Warship wrecks taken away by the Ten Great Immortal Sects, all the rest had been moved to Eternal Immortal Mountain.
The members of the Formation Hall all mobilized, becoming like professional technical personnel as they stood before the wreckage and conducted every sort of analysis and statistical assessment.
"Grand Elder."
After a moment, Shangguan Xinyao said, "Although the Main Battleship has been damaged, preliminary analysis shows that backup Formations exist within it. It should be repairable, allowing part of its functions to be activated."
Old Man Taixuan laughed. "Not bad, not bad!"
There was only so much technology that could be researched from an Unmanned Combat Aircraft. Now that they had a Main Battleship with Formations that could still be activated, if they could glimpse even a