Amid the expectations of hundreds of millions of survivors, the system notifications continued...
The other update contents would now be announced.
Update ②: The legion level system had been comprehensively upgraded!
Considering that the scale of survivors' legions had continued to expand and the current member limit could no longer meet demand, the maximum legion level had been raised from Level 10 to Level 20. The Prestige required for each upgrade had been reduced by 50%!
(Note: If one had already reached Level 10, although I had long expected this in my heart, when Liu Chunnan actually said it, I still found it utterly ridiculous—so ridiculous that I had no desire to respond at all.
Only after the white figure had gone far beyond the tent and vanished into the darkness did Xia Xiaoxiao finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.
She hurried to the door. By then, the sun was setting, and the entire Thousand Blossoms Court had been dyed red by the magnificent twilight.
Qiangzi was so frightened that he hurriedly put down my bag, which he had been holding, and reached out to support me.
A gust of wind blew toward me. My face felt cool, and when I wiped my eyes, my hand came away wet. I thought the wind tonight was far too strong—it had blown tears right out of my eyes.
According to voice transmissions recorded by Heavenly Cultivators fortunate enough to reach the Snow Moon Continent, the Snow Moon Continent was an extremely frigid land with abundant spiritual energy, but the air was so thin that it was nearly impossible to breathe.
I casually glanced at Beigong Yu again. He still looked utterly composed, as though that icy gaze from earlier had nothing to do with him.
I sat on the ground.