The strong martial artists of Starfall Continent were already dumbfounded when the stronghold reached town scale. Then, once they put on Eternal Sect school uniforms, the martial artists of every plane acted like mice spotting a cat, leaving them so bewildered they could not tell east from west.
Four words described how they felt at that moment—
As if in a dream.
If it was a dream,
Then let it go on forever!
"Everyone."
On Main Peak, Jun Changxiao announced, "Our Starfall Continent stronghold has reached town scale. You may leave whenever you wish now."
The various experts: "..."
After learning about the Plane Battlefield, they had spent the past few years unable to eat or sleep, even arranging their own funerals. Yet entering this place was no different from a leisurely spring outing—there was not the slightest sense of immersion!
City Lord Han, in particular, had even prepared his coffin.
"Of course."
Jun Changxiao added, "For every enemy of the same rank from another plane you kill in the Battlefield, you will receive 10 Merit Points. Once you accumulate a certain amount, you can purchase supplies at the Merit Shop. You may also choose to remain here."
Everyone's expressions froze.
What they cared about was not the Merit Shop. What they cared about was that killing one same-rank enemy earned 10 Merit Points, which meant...
"Sect Master Jun!"
City Lord Han said gravely, "Do Merit Points only come from killing people?"
"That's right." Jun Changxiao nodded.
"..."
City Lord Han's lips twitched violently. "That aged voice said yesterday that Sect Master Jun had sixty-three thousand Merit Points. Could it be..." After a pause, he asked with difficulty, "You killed six thousand three hundred people?"
That was also what the various experts had been wondering, and they all pricked up