Taotie Progenitor
With the tacit approval of the many starry-sky powers, any Xianxing starship or flying sword that left the stellar system would suffer merciless attacks from unknown sources.
What was worse, cultivators would occasionally breach the defenses and infiltrate the territory of Xianxing civilization, wantonly ravaging colony planets and wiping out fleet after fleet.
Some even launched direct surprise attacks on Xianxing itself.
Although Qiu Fangzheng, Du Mingfeng, and the hundred demon soldiers fought with all their strength, repelling wave after wave of incursions and protecting Xianxing, they still felt stretched beyond their limits in the face of this endless harassment and probing from all directions.
Those bastards were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, always striking once and fleeing without ever lingering to fight, running the two of them ragged.
Yet Qiu Fangzheng and Du Mingfeng had no choice but to race back and forth to put out fires.
Otherwise, Xianxing civilization would surely be tormented even more brutally by those starry-sky powers.
Yet because of this, in just a few thousand years, the two had risen from the early six-digit realm all the way through Cultivation—or rather, bitter battle—to the early seven-digit realm.
However, of the hundred demon soldiers Zhang Sanxian had bestowed upon them, seventy to eighty percent had also been lost in the assaults by those powers.
In short, Xianxing civilization was like a fledgling trapped in a birdcage. It could gaze up at the stars, yet could never truly soar.
They could only rely on Zhang Sanxian's formidable name to eke out an existence in the cracks between the various powers, struggling to preserve their civilization's survival and dignity.
Deep in the starry sky, an enormous palace spanning light-years hung silently in the void.
Inside the palace sat dozens of figures, their auras