Xi Rong Manor.
All the blacksmiths gathered in the square, watching through the viewpoint as Nine-Sui attained the Dao.
Everyone's eyes widened. Their expressions were tense, and excitement flushed their faces red. No one wanted to miss a single moment.
Even Jiumu Qing beside them clenched her fists, her eyes fixed on the scene with undisguised envy.
These Xi Rong people had actually built a Cycle civilization. It had been a foreshadowing all along!
They had embarked on the Cycle from the very beginning for this day—forging an Esteemed Immortal.
But Xi Rong Manor Lord had cultivated this Dao. Why had she not attained it herself?
Why let someone else attain it instead?
She could not figure it out.
But Xi Rong Manor Lord had always been unfathomably mysterious. Perhaps there was some reason behind it. Could it be that she looked down on this position of Cycle Esteemed Immortal?
Regardless, Jiumu Qing had once come from a Prehistoric Esteemed Immortal faction. She had always held herself high and looked down on everyone, including the current Xi Rong.
But now, she had finally developed awe for Xi Rong's background. The mysterious Cycle System had an ancient and mysterious origin, and Xi Rong also possessed the backing of a Prehistoric Esteemed Immortal.
In this Future Era, they had brought out the embers and the Cycle. Either one of them could become the cornerstone that changed the future era!
At this moment, Xi Rong Jiumu Qing and even the three Neutral Esteemed Immortals wore extraordinarily complicated expressions. The way they looked at Xi Rong Manor Lord had changed completely.
"Their civilization is probably about to become the foremost faction under Heaven."
They recalled Xi Rong Manor Lord setting out in a yellow robe, and realization dawned on them:
No wonder Xi Rong