Crash.
At Sword Casting Manor, which had just witnessed that mysterious and mighty Divine Emperor ascend the throne, Ning Zheng switched off the spatial vortex projection opposite him, frowning slightly.
This scene had shaken Ning Zheng quite a bit.
What a textbook Divine Emperor’s rise-to-power story.
Utterly classic, enough to beco an eternal, undying myth a hundred million years from now.
Heaven and earth split open, Demon Gods invaded, a youth rose from humble dust, died and then revived, suffering countless ordeals to blaze a third path for the world.
After that, he sat on a ditation cushion and preached to all the Innate ancestor races of the origin world, becoming that Ancestor who opened up the great Dao of truth.
He spread his Techniques to the world; the ancestor of every race under Heaven beca his disciple and believer.
And he overthrew the Demon Gods, establishing the grand and sacred Ancestor Era Dynasty.
This Night Emperor could truly be called a one-step-into-the-heavens kind of man.
"He was planning this from the start."
Ning Zheng pondered for a mont, then finally let out a sigh.
Others forge Auspicious Divine Artifacts to suppress a clan’s Qi Fortune; he forged a plague Demon Artifact that sucks dry an entire world’s Qi Fortune!
Golden Mud had only appeared as a Divine Techniques a few months ago; over here, Ning Zheng was just using it as a storage warehouse.
But the other side had already rapidly developed and applied this Divine Techniques.
Right now.
If he really managed to forge that world-shaking Immortal Artifact Legacy, then most of the world’s commoners’ Destiny would likely fall into his hands.
"This is a variant of the Rongtian Era."
Ning Zheng stood up and walked out into the courtyard.
He looked up at that private little sun hanging over the manor’s sky, shedding gentle, harmonious golden light. The sun even had a smiling face, still grinning down at him while muttering about what to eat tonight.
"Human Gods are strands of Puppet Threads controlling the masses."
"He is strands of Fate Threads manipulating the masses."
"He took the Human Gods’ Spiritual Root, tweaked it a bit, and is still walking the path of puppeteering all beings."
Though, this also seed to be his best option.
He referenced Emperor Changjin’s ’Thousand Branches and Leaves Facing Technique’—one strand after another, pierced into the Self-Transformation Realm Cultivators as Puppets, able to copy their Spiritual Roots at any ti...
He improved it into:
One invisible strand of Qi Fortune after another, pierced into all living beings’ bodies, able to copy their Spiritual Roots at any ti...
All one could say was this!
Emperor Changjin’s vision back then was too small; how many Puppets could he actually control and copy?
Over there, we’re talking puppeteering all living beings—everyone has a strand of Qi Fortune stuck in them. Develop it a bit more like this... and you can call them Fate Threads!
Countless Fate Threads converging onto , this one Divine Emperor—what will he evolve into in the future? What kind of abilities will he possess?
Ning Zheng didn’t even dare imagine.
Night Mad Cultivator—this person’s ambition was too vast, greed practically leaking out of him; he’d chosen the single most potential-laden growth route. The blacksmith had mocked the Human Gods before: since it’s a String Fruit, why develop it as Puppet Strings? Fate Threads are still strings...
Setting aside those distant Fate Threads, at the very least, with his current ability to control all beings via threads, whoever he wanted to turn into, he could beco.
Arrogant.
Presumptuous.
Yet ticulous in thought and highly feasible.
The impression of him in Ning Zheng’s mind had completely morphed into that of a wicked final boss from those blacksmith-detective murder cases.
"I broke open the cage and threw him into the wilds to temper himself; looks like... I let loose a truly terrifying Monster."
"Forget it, I’ll just treat it as watching a good show."
A ripple stirred in Ning Zheng’s heart. "Anyway, he can’t attain Immortality, and as long as he doesn’t, he can’t return to the Nine-State. No matter how big a ruckus he stirs up outside, it has nothing to do with ."
And this was actually good.
The neighbors had fully risen and temporarily taken control of a whole world.
At least before that Immortal is born, within a week or two, he’ll be able to completely rule it.
Just in ti to leverage their manpower and resources, and get those Otherworld blacksmiths to help update that Immortal Weapon Jiu Shui requested.
They could also help furnish him with more foundation.
The Otherworld idle adventure party was out there AFK-grinding money; of course they had to kick so benefits back to the Manor, no?
Now it was their turn to repay Sword Casting Manor.
Even though the other side harbored a bit of rebellion in their heart, at least for now, it was still fair trade, each taking what they needed.
Just then, from the plaza of the lofty Sword Casting Manor up on the mountain, bursts of noisy laughter ca drifting over.
"Hahaha, we did it again!"
"What!?? We cracked another Forging Technology? We really are freakin’ geniuses. Jiu Shui’s exclusive Divine Weapon, I’m on it!"
"We are indeed geniuses, but we have to be the geniuses from the world next door."
"Sending ssages once a day—it really reminds of that old mail system. Turns out not a single feature ever truly gets retired."
The plaza next door was full of shouting and racket.
Ning Zheng tilted his head back and glanced up at the crowd on the mountaintop, suddenly clicking his tongue in amazent:
"Tsk tsk, this noisy flock of shaless little scraps, give them just a thousand years and they could climb to the sa Emperor’s seat as Xin Xichen in a world."
Of course.
Ye Wumian had only managed to climb to Xin Xichen’s position; there were still plenty of hidden hands behind the scenes in that world. He was still far from unifying it and digging out all the truth.
Besides.
Their potential was also built atop Sword Casting Manor’s accumulation. Without the vision honed by the Manor’s trials, without being beaten down ti and again, plus the startup capital they brought over... they couldn’t have succeeded.
For a Powerhouse to reach the summit, vision, talent, capability, temperant, and timing were all indispensable.
...
Ning Zheng closed the feed of the Otherworld adventure party next door.
He began tallying today’s Qi Fortune Value, waiting for tomorrow’s trade.
The next day, during the routine Golden Mud courier run, there was a letter clipped to the delivery box from that side, bearing a single request:
That Night Emperor who had already ascended the throne was asking to speak once more with Ning Zheng, the Manor Master.
Ning Zheng was a little intrigued by this.
This guy had only just taken the Upper seat a re hundred years ago; he should be at the stage of consolidating his rule and forging his Life and Death Legacy Immortal Artifact, so how did he have ti to co looking for him?
Ten thousand Qi Fortune Value per second—don’t tell he’s here to burn through my Qi Fortune?
Ning Zheng’s mouth twitched a little, but he still chose to take the call with this Otherworld Night Emperor.
Crash.
The Space Turbulence within the Chronicles of Ti rippled.
Ning Zheng still appeared as that hazy, mysterious figure of the Manor Master, his voice faint as he said, "Congratulations. The little brats who used to yell their heads off in the Manor back then, you actually managed to make it this far."
"Still not as good as you, Manor Master." The Night Emperor shook his head. At the very least, the mysterious techniques before him weren’t sothing he could pull off.
And he had already vaguely guessed the truth.
The Shadow Crocodile wasn’t his true Spiritual Root, and the system he cultivated wasn’t of the Main Soul. It was most likely so Destiny-type third-path Spiritual Root.
And its strength was exceedingly high; in this regard, he’d cultivated it to an unfathomable level.
Compared to him, he himself was like a babbling infant at best—only able to use Destiny to attack, block Qi Fortune, and make small tweaks to steer clear of misfortune.
The Night Emperor smiled. "I ca this ti to make a deal. For the next order, our Sword Casting Manor will still be taking jobs, right? I’m here as a custor this ti."
Ning Zheng raised an eyebrow.
So our Sword Casting Manor’s client orders can now officially co from the Otherworld?
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