At the same time, the news of Yang Ming's return to Star Formation City spread throughout Yunmengze and the Star Ancient Wasteland like a spring breeze.

In a star tower in Star Formation City, there was an endless stream of drinkers coming and going.

On a wine table near the window, two men with delicate temperament and good looks were sitting. The two ordered a full table of wine and food, but they only tasted a little.

A person in green clothes with a fair and tender face with a hint of childishness said: "Senior sister, I heard that that guy has returned to Star Formation City, why don't we also give it a try."

Another monk in white clothes heard this and said angrily: "Xiaoxiu, how many times have I told you that you have to call me senior brother outside!"

Xiaoxiu rolled her eyes and waved her hands: "Then you still call me Xiaoxiu. Okay, okay, I know, senior brother - then should we give it a try?"

The senior brother in white picked up the chopsticks and knocked him on the head, saying: "What are you trying? That is a person who has at least reached the level of a star formation master. I am afraid that you have already died in his star formation before you even see his face."

Hit."

Xiao Xiu said softly: "I know, I know!"

Senior brother in white shook his head helplessly and said: "Don't forget what the master told us this time. If important things are delayed because of you, don't blame me for not reminding you."

When Xiaoxiu heard this, she immediately trembled and said quickly: "Fortunately, the world reminded me, otherwise I would have been in big trouble."

During the conversation between the two, several monks suddenly walked in from the door of the Star Tower and found a table to sit down on their own.

"Hey, this is really unlucky. I originally wanted to kill Yang Ming and get some benefits from the Ten Thousand Stars Sect. Who knew I would encounter such a tough guy."

"Hey, Pig Lao San, just be lucky. I heard that yesterday there was an Earth-level Star Refiner who wanted to attack Yang Ming under the cover of night, but he died in the Star Array without even seeing his face.

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"That's the fifth-level star formation master. I'm afraid there won't be many star formation masters more powerful than him in the entire Star Ancient Wasteland."

The people at this table couldn't help but fell silent. Even the earth-level star refiners died in Yang Ming's star formation. Even if they came together, they would just be used as cannon fodder.

In the entire Star Building, almost everyone was talking about the Star Formation Masters Association, and Yang Ming, who was at the center of the storm, was leisurely browsing various books and classics in the Star Formation Masters Association.

After returning to the Star Array Masters Association, Yang Ming, at the invitation of Shi Qingyun, added several sixth-order star arrays to the association headquarters. After handling these matters, he plunged into the association's library.

At this moment, he was flipping through the original of an ancient book, which was a book that told the origin of the star formation.

It is said that in ancient times, humans observed the movements of the stars and imitated their trajectories, and the star array was born. After the development and research of countless people, the star array cultivation skills that have been passed down now are complete.

But Yang Ming searched a lot of books, but found no information about the Dragon Ancestor and the owner of the Star Celestial Palace, as if they had been erased from history.

In fact, the entire ancient time was like being in a fog.

"Perhaps only by reaching that level can we understand the reason."

Yang Ming closed the book, stuffed it back into his original seat, and then returned to his courtyard as usual.
Chapter completed!