Seven p.m.
Logging off.
After planting a batch of Ember Earthbound Spirits, Esteemed Immortal Hun Huang opened his eyes.
"After a day of adventures, seeing so many wondrous tales and incredible things, this trip truly hasn't been in vain."
"Multiple selves, many selves..."
"The timeline was shattered. The multiple selves of the immortals and gods fell into the river of time. The gods of different timelines buried themselves before death, turning into countless identical tombs. There were dozens of tombs belonging to Spatial Esteemed Immortal alone."
"And now, the river of time can no longer be reconstructed. Perhaps multiple selves could be forged in this form. But what about the timelines? How should they be forged? Or perhaps timelines shouldn't be forged at all. Instead, the worlds could be linked together, achieving the connection of myriad realms through another method?"
"Were they doing this deliberately, or was it merely an accidental coincidence? Did they not intend to reforge the Mythological Era of eternal divinity?"
He let out a soft sigh, a smile in his eyes. Recalling what had happened today, he was clearly amused by his Ember.
The old man had always been amiable. Having lived for several million years, he was broad-minded and not petty.
Playing around with his own Ember was quite an entertaining affair. Watching another "self" say his own lines was rather fun.
That Sword Forging Manor truly possessed endless opportunities!
It had to be said that even an Esteemed Immortal like him could benefit from it.
Yes, the Yin-Yang Creation Furnace was of little use to someone at their level.
At their stage, they already lacked none of the treasures that appeared to defy the heavens.
But Embers were immensely useful.
The Painter had produced a miraculous medicine that could potentially allow an Esteemed Immortal