Now.
The Blue Planet, Solar System.
On the rooftop of a high-rise, the gale howled around two people.
"Just as I thought. My guess was right."
Ning Zheng's expression was utterly calm as he looked at another "self." The same face, the same bearing—but an entirely different temperament and personality.
He was dressed all in black, ruthless and sinister, like the great villain who had fallen to darkness in a television drama.
He radiated a murderous intent that warned all strangers to keep away, and was steeped in endless vicissitudes. Clearly, he had endured too much unforgettable agony.
At first, Ning Zheng had thought the Three Lives Body would merge into "destiny."
They were:
1. Calamity.
2. Auspice.
3. And his current self.
But afterward, he discovered—
One extremely important piece was still missing: a genuine Esteemed Immortal seat. That was when he guessed the truth about the Round Table of Fortune before him.
After all, it was obvious, wasn't it?
This was an Esteemed Immortal treasure related to fortune.
But its creator in life had certainly been an Esteemed Immortal of fortune.
It was clearly the mysterious third fortune-related Esteemed Immortal seat.
And after combining that with the investigation into the Horrifying game, he discovered that this was a fortune treasure left behind on the Round Table by another "self" from prehistory.
This was clearly ironclad proof that his prehistoric self had once attained the Dao!
"You really do exist."
A trace of calm appeared on Ning Zheng's face.
Recently, he had encountered far too many old schemers hiding behind the scenes.
Now one more had appeared.
It seemed quite normal, too.
Truly, the Eight Immortals had crossed the sea, each displaying his own divine powers. Was this a contest to see who was better at playing hide-and-seek?
"What's