Jiumu Qing, as a Master Blacksmith, carefully inspected the structure of these War Fortresses.
Her eyes shone brightly, and her face was filled with amazement.
These advanced constructions from an era more than fifteen million years in the future filled her with delight.
"How is it?"
Seeing how absorbed she was, Ning Zheng asked:
"Can they be modified? Reforged and reshaped so they fit our Sword Forging Manor, allowing us to drive these things and send our Heavenly Soldiers and Generals into battle in the future?"
As a major force, if you did not have several cars and a few ships at home, could you really call yourself a major force?
If you had no vehicle when leaving the house, what kind of immortal or deity were you?
You had to build up your foundations.
These ten secondhand War Fortresses were Ning Zheng's first pot of gold.
Once they were tossed into a large Blacksmith Shop for modification, they would become a fleet of supercars.
He was still filled with anticipation for these things.
Thanks to Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun for providing the high-end strategic resources.
"I still need to keep learning."
Jiumu Qing continued studying the formation patterns and said, "For now, I can't completely transform them into War Fortresses belonging to us."
A trace of disappointment flashed through Ning Zheng's eyes.
It seemed this would forever remain impossible.
Jiumu Qing was an ember.
She said she needed to study them before she could do it.
But in reality, she did not know that she had already lost the ability to learn.
Her knowledge and logic had been solidified.
In prehistory, there had only been one Esteemed Immortal of each type.
Jiumu Qing's path to becoming an Esteemed Immortal had been blocked, leaving her stuck at the True Immortal