Ning Zheng was left somewhat speechless by his elaborate explanation.
In the end, Ning Zheng chose to bid this existence farewell.
In truth, this time's gains had been enormous. Perhaps it was all part of the same lineage.
This painter's former self had not played the riddle game, but had clearly explained the truth of the entire era.
"This blue planet that fell into the Solar System doesn't seem to have much value. Let's keep looking forward—the origins of Esteemed Immortal Changzhen, and the source of my prehistoric luck-gambling table."
"They should all be in prehistory."
"While we're at it, let's go back once and arrange for a batch of blacksmiths to enter prehistory through reincarnation and scout the way."
With that thought, Ning Zheng immediately returned to his old home.
Sword Forging Manor.
Ning Zheng strode across the plaza and called Jiu Cai Rong over.
Jiu Cai Rong was still somewhat nervous and excited.
Because, by an extraordinary coincidence, that very day they had discovered that a blacksmith who had suddenly died in reality was still alive in Sword Forging Manor.
Did that mean their side might actually be the original bodies?
But that was easier said than done.
None of the managers dared to casually go and die.
Ning Zheng paid no attention to Jiu Cai Rong's hesitation. Instead, he issued them an entirely new main quest.
Ning Zheng said, "After our enemies' repeated invasions, Sword Forging Manor has decided that we can't keep defending passively. We have to invade prehistory in turn and send a batch of people there through reincarnation."
"But considering the tight surveillance of the multidimensional True Immortals, outsiders are extremely easy to detect. The Manor has decided to have you reincarnate into Line 9527, a branch of the Heavy Mountain River of Time—the