The next morning, at dawn.
The blacksmiths who had gotten drunk by the bonfire discovered that they had grown younger.
"Destiny is on my side!"
"What kind of fortuitous encounter did I stumble into?"
"Maybe it was some miraculous effect brought on by the cosmic storm when we crossed that nebula!"
They suddenly burst into laughter. A few sharp-eyed blacksmiths sensed that something was wrong and shouted for the Xi Rong Manor Lord and Old Steward, but received no response.
Afterward, Ning Zheng went looking for Nine Grains.
Nine Grains had vanished without a trace. Even the painter and the people at Xi Rong Manor could not find any sign of him.
When Ning Zheng discovered him, he was already buried in a cemetery on the outskirts of a new first-tier city.
He had married and had children during his lifetime, living an ordinary life to its end.
He had not deliberately cultivated the martial system of this era. After living through seven lives and changing his appearance, he had finally died of old age at eight hundred.
The name he had used in this life was written before his gravestone, along with a brief biography:
Jiu Ming Shan, professor at Ping Ding Shan Martial University; Ping Yun City councilor; father of the First Martial King, Jiu Ming Tian.
Looking at Nine Grains' great achievements, Ning Zheng could not help feeling speechless.
The Nine Grains Emperor, who had once been the absolute protagonist wherever he went—the true number-one native genius of the Future Era—now actually had his son's name written on his gravestone after death, spending his life taking pride in his son.
If he had made even a little effort to cultivate, he would never have fallen to such a state.
He had been born in the pasture known