In the blink of an eye, multiple warning scanning formations were activated atop the Floating Fortress, with waves, both visible and invisible, repeatedly sweeping over every corner inside and out.
Hum!
Alarms suddenly blared in the control room at the top of the fortress, and Simu Zhen's eyebrows shot up.
At this moment, however, Zhao Sheng revealed a bitter smile, realizing he had underestimated the Artifact Refining abilities of the Immortal Device Sect.
It made sense, after all, since war had always been the best catalyst throughout history.
The two realms had been at war for a thousand years. By now, the Immortal Device Sect's level of refining large-scale war Magical Treasures must have far surpassed that of a thousand years ago.
Zhao Sheng was merely at the Golden Core stage; it would be a joke if he could easily evade the search.
If he could do it, wouldn't the Nascent Soul Ancestors from the Netherworld have an even easier time?
