"I understand." Ning Zheng pondered it for a moment and decided this was troublesome too. "The invasion by outside enemies and their constant ambushes of our people should be your responsibility. We'll handle the offensive."
The Divine Court Emperor smiled. "Naturally. Leave the defense to us."
He was responsible for catching those reincarnation guerrillas who abducted people.
Ning Zheng was responsible for reincarnation, sending a group of blacksmiths through rebirth into prehistory to smuggle them across and invade the neighboring side.
The Painter was responsible for opening the floodgates and letting the water flow, drawing more Water Taps to unleash more unofficial histories.
The three of them each had their own duties. All were people with strong opinions, so they did not need any deep communication or exchanges. They even had a tacit understanding between them.
Ning Zheng felt that matters outside were growing more and more chaotic. After thinking it over, he finally said, "When all is said and done, everything is false. Proving the Dao is what matters."
With that thought, he sat cross-legged and began breaking through the final realm, True Immortal Great Perfection.
At the same time, he split off a strand of divine sense, logged into a Chosen of Destiny, and accompanied the blacksmiths into prehistory, descending from afar onto that blue planet.
The River of Time.
As a fish, Ning Zheng looked down upon the entire fan-shaped river domain spread out before him.
Whoosh, whoosh—the vast, snow-white river surged onward. Every tributary represented the Blue Star of a Parallel World.
His thoughts spread at lightning speed. Through his senses, he saw one historical trajectory after another unfolding.
On some Blue Stars, supernatural phenomena returned. They gradually rose, entered the starry sky, and became immortals and gods, but at most they reached the Celestial Immortal