This is their progenitor's token, after all; it shouldn't be wasted like this.
Gu Changyuan withdrew his thoughts, his gaze falling upon the ordinary mutated beasts in the clearing, pinned down and immobilized by his oppressive aura.
Over a hundred of them.
Densely packed, they crowded the entire open space.
Gu Changyuan raised his right hand and gave a casual wave.
Countless streams of spiritual energy surged from his palm, transforming into a sky full of silver needles as fine as cow hair, shooting down toward the herd of mutated beasts like a torrential downpour.
Every single silver needle accurately pierced a beast's vital spot. In that exact same instant, over a hundred starry sky mutated beasts were killed simultaneously.
Their corpses crashed to the ground, emitting dull thuds.
Not a single living creature remained in the entire clearing.
Hovering above, Xing Wuzhan, Xing Qianchen, and the three patriarchs watched as Gu Changyuan disposed of over a hundred starry sky mutated beasts with such ease.
He didn't even show a hint of exertion. By now, they were so astounded they were left speechless, their faces written with absolute awe.
They had originally thought that even with the Progenitor here, dealing with these beasts would take some effort.
But they never expected the Progenitor's strike to be such an overwhelming crush, completely effortless.
Gu Changyuan's figure blurred, instantly returning to stand before them. He asked in a flat tone:
"Are the corpses of these starry sky mutated beasts of any use to you?"
Xing Wuzhan hastily snapped back to reality and bowed, saying:
"To answer the Progenitor, yes!
The corpses of these starry sky mutated beasts are incredibly useful. Their scales are incomparably hard and can be used to forge defensive magical treasures and armor with extremely high defensive power.
Their bones can be refined into star essence, used for cultivation and setting up formations.
Their core flesh and blood can serve as alchemy materials, greatly benefiting the cultivation of our clan's disciples!"
Gu Changyuan nodded slightly, his tone casual:
"Since they are useful, I will leave this place to you. Find someone to process them. Once it's done, we will prepare to return to the Heavenly Human Sacred Land."
Xing Wuzhan immediately turned around to make the arrangements.
Not long after, he brought Xing Qianchen and the three patriarchs back to Gu Changyuan.
"Progenitor, it has been arranged. The clan disciples will process those corpses without wasting a single bit."
Gu Changyuan nodded in satisfaction and looked at Gu Xing'er, who was staring at the clearing:
"Then let's go."
He waved his right hand, and the seven figures were simultaneously enveloped in light.
When the light dissipated, the seven had vanished from their spots.
......
The next second, several figures appeared in the sky above the Heavenly Human Sacred Land. Beneath their feet were mist-shrouded mountain ranges, and surrounding them was spiritual energy so dense it felt solid.
The moment Xing Qianchen and the three patriarchs opened their eyes, their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the scene before them.
The spiritual energy was so rich that with every breath, they could feel the comforting sensation of spiritual power surging into their limbs and bones.
Xing Qianchen's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at the formation surrounding the entire Sacred Land.
That formation not only covered an extremely wide area but was also clearly layered.
The outer layer was a defensive formation, while the inner layer was a spirit-gathering formation. The formations were interlocked and resonated with each other, forming an indestructible barrier.
This formation was absolutely the top of the top.
Then looking at the spirit vein that connected the one mountain and ten peaks.
The aura of that spirit vein was vigorous, enduring, and endlessly regenerating, completely unlike something that should exist in the Nine Heavens Realm.
Instead, it bore some resemblance to the spirit vein in their Star Vault Secret Realm.
No, it was even significantly stronger than the spirit vein in the Star Vault Secret Realm.
Xing Qianchen sighed in admiration inwardly.
However, thinking that the Progenitor seemed not to be a person of this world and most likely came from the Upper Realm just like them, he felt less surprised.
Just as the group steadied themselves, twelve figures flew out from various parts of Tianyuan Mountain. In the blink of an eye, they arrived before Gu Changyuan and bowed in unison:
"Master."
Seeing these twelve figures, Xing Qianchen and the other three were once again so shocked that their bodies stiffened. Their pupils contracted slightly, and their faces were filled with disbelief.
Previously, when he heard Xing Wuzhan say that the Heavenly Human Sacred Land had ten Supreme Sacred Bodies, he was amazed. But since he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the feeling hadn't been profound.
Now, with twelve people standing right in front of him, the overwhelming aura of genius assaulted his senses, making even an Immortal King like him, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, feel a wave of suffocation.
Moreover, this wasn't ten; it was twelve.
Although the cultivation of the other two wasn't high, merely at the Nascent Soul completion stage, the faintly circulating physique aura around them was not the least bit weaker than the others.
Xing Wuzhan looked at the two extra Supreme Sacred Bodies, surprise also surfacing in his eyes.
Previously, when Xing Yan and the other six went to the Heavenly Human Sacred Land for diplomacy, the disciples who came to receive them all had Half-Immortal cultivation.
These two Nascent Soul completion stage disciples hadn't appeared. He had thought the Heavenly Human Sacred Land really only had eleven Supreme Sacred Bodies, never expecting there were actually two more.
In reality, it was simply because Xing Yan and his group of seven were all at the peak Half-Immortal stage, so Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, who were still in the Nascent Soul stage, weren't asked to make an appearance.
Now that their Master had returned and there were no safety concerns, the two of them came out together.
Gu Changyuan noticed Xing Wuzhan's gaze, turned slightly, and introduced:
"These other two are disciples I took in three years ago, Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi. One possesses the Void Dao Physique, and the other the Chrono Dao Physique."
He paused, then added:
"They are still young and their cultivation is not high, so they did not appear at that time."
"Void Dao Physique? Chrono Dao Physique?!"
Hearing the names of these two physiques, Xing Wuzhan and the other four instantly had their pupils shrink drastically, their eyes erupting with deep shock and incredulity.
They were actually supreme physiques that controlled time and space?!
The Progenitor actually took in two of them at once. This ability to find disciples was simply too divine!
Gu Changyuan ignored their shock and turned his gaze to Ye Qingxue, who was standing at the very front, asking:
"Qingxue, is the pavilion prepared for the clan elders of the Star Clan finished?"
Ye Qingxue hurriedly nodded, bowing as she replied in a respectful tone:
"Yes, it has been built. Master, please follow me."
With that, Ye Qingxue took the lead, turning around and guiding the crowd to fly toward the central area of Tianyuan Mountain.
Ye Qingxue had chosen an excellent location, the mid-mountain region of Tianyuan Mountain, facing the east.
Before long, a grand and majestic pavilion appeared before everyone's eyes.
This pavilion was constructed entirely from starlight crystals, standing over twenty zhang tall. Its overall shape was streamlined, with the roof carved to depict paths of the starry sky.
There were specialized architectural designers within the Sacred Land who, upon learning that this pavilion was prepared for the Star Clan elders,
specifically consulted the library and incorporated a large number of stellar elements. This not only matched the heritage of the Star Clan but also allowed the Star Clan members to feel a sense of belonging.
Ye Qingxue led Gu Changyuan to step into the pavilion first, with Xing Wuzhan, Xing Qianchen, and the others, along with the twelve disciples, following closely behind.
Inside the pavilion, the layout was rational and the functions were clearly divided.
However, because it was just built, many things were still missing.
But the framework was already there; the rest could just be filled in slowly.
Ye Qingxue took her Master on a full tour, finally returning to the main hall on the first floor. She looked at Gu Changyuan:
"Master, are you satisfied with this pavilion?"
Gu Changyuan looked around and nodded:
"Of course."
He looked at Ye Qingxue, a hint of approval in his eyes:
"You've worked hard these past few days."
Four days' time.
From site selection to design, from construction to decoration, completing such a pavilion in such a short amount of time meant Ye Qingxue had put in a great deal of effort.
Moreover, even though time was rushed, every detail of the pavilion was executed perfectly.
Hearing her Master's praise, a smile graced Ye Qingxue's face.
"It is only my duty."
She paused, suddenly recalling something, and asked, "By the way, Master, what do you plan to name this pavilion?"
Gu Changyuan was slightly taken aback.
A name?
He pondered for a moment. The first name that sprang to mind was the Stargazing Pavilion.
But on second thought, the Zhuge family seemed to already have a Stargazing Pavilion.
It wouldn't do to share the same name.
His gaze swept across the interior of the pavilion, passing through the window to take in the vast expanse of the sky outside.
Starlight, the stars, the starry vault.
Right at that moment, a star plummeted from the heavens, as if a celestial body was descending into the mortal realm.
Starfall.
"Let us call it... the Starfall Pavilion."

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”