After hearing this, Xu Changqing gained a clear understanding of the power structure in the Endless Starfield.
The ten Ancient Clans, nine Immortal Sects, and a thousand powerful figures formed a pyramid-like hierarchy of power in the Endless Starfield.
The ten Ancient Clans were old-established forces with the deepest foundations, their inheritances stretching back at least tens of thousands of years. Their bloodline powers were so formidable that any outside force found it difficult to infiltrate them.
The nine Immortal Sects were top-tier major sects. Some cultivated the sword, some fire, some ice, and some death. Each occupied its own continent, cooperating and competing with one another alike.
As for the thousand powerful figures, they were the most unfathomable group.
Some were mighty Rogue Cultivators.
Some were lone experts.
Some were reclusive masters.
They had no sect backgrounds and no Ancient Clan bloodline to bolster them. They relied entirely on their own strength to carve a bloody path through the Endless Starfield.
The very strongest among them were not even weaker than the patriarchs of the Ancient Clans.
The flying ship docked at a commercial transit station on the outskirts of the Eastern Extremity Spirit Continent, a planet called Brightstar.
From the outside, this planet was nothing but an enormous trading market.
Its surface was covered in countless trading houses, auction halls, spiritual-material warehouses, and spatial teleportation arrays. Merchant caravans from every continent converged here, while the banners of every clan flew side by side.
After Luo Qinghan parked the flying ship in a berth reserved for the Myriad Manifestations Chamber of Commerce, the group of four switched to a small shuttle vessel and flew toward a remote planet at the border between the Eastern Extremity Spirit Continent and the Northern Li Snow Continent.
This planet had no name, only