The Planar Martial Artists in the Battlefield had been extremely irritated lately. Using every means at their disposal, they had successively identified several places that might contain opportunities. Yet after racking their brains to break them open, they found nothing inside.
"Something's not right!"
On a hill, an Old Man in green clothes stared at the empty space he had broken open, tugging at his hair as he howled, "There was clearly an opportunity hidden here! How did it disappear?!"
Such utterly maddening scenes played out one after another elsewhere. The Planar Martial Artists had arrived full of confidence, only to leave disappointed every time.
"Second Senior Brother."
Standing at the edge of the mountain peak, Xiao Ziji looked at the stronghold, which had expanded several times over, still finding it hard to believe. "How did the Sect Master do it?"
Ever since Jun Changxiao returned to the stronghold three days ago, its area had expanded by ten thousand square meters each time. It had already happened four or five times. At this rate, let alone expanding it into a town, turning it into a city would not be a problem!
Li Qingyang, standing beside him, closed his eyes. His soul seemed to leave his body as he looked down upon the seventy or eighty thousand square meters of stronghold from the Jade Emperor's perspective.
Whoosh!
A 3D terrain model took shape in his Sea of Consciousness!
"First, there need to be roads extending in all directions..."
Swish! Swish!
Rows of bluestone roads, straight horizontally and vertically, appeared across the model in a grid pattern.
"There also needs to be a drainage system."
Swish! Swish!
The terrain model changed again.
"The Main Hall, buildings, watchtowers—they all need to be included..."
As Li Qingyang thought, one building after another appeared in