From the "Ancient" Past

Dao Jiujiu had always been an honest man.

He was in charge of running the Manor Blacksmith Shop. He kept a low profile, yet he was one of the wealthiest blacksmiths in the entire Mountain Villa.

Now, he had finally been willing to spend money on a new account, emptying his savings and even taking out a loan.

Thunder Lord—this suited him perfectly.

The Thunder Tempering Method he had recently learned from Lei Chui Gong produced lightning that perfectly matched his requirements.

Combat or anything else was irrelevant. From now on, he was Thunder Lord—the next generation's King of Blacksmithing.

"But now that I've just logged into my own new money-burning account, I still have to produce some results."

He looked at the powerful figures before him, suddenly feeling the pressure multiply. Deep down, he thought,

"It really is true that management changes the world! We forged weapons, studied Spiritual Roots, and created the ultimate product—Thunder Lord. Once the Blacksmith Shop advances another step and achieves mass production, there'll be guys as strong as me everywhere in Sword Forging Manor—blacksmiths, farmers, tailors. Anyone picked at random will be a top-tier account."

"Of course, this starter account has no skills, and it's already this strong."

Dao Jiujiu exhaled fiercely. "We've been lying low for so long, acting like everyone's grandsons, frantically making money and competing against ourselves. Now we've finally risen. Our legend has only just begun, our era has only just started. Come on—let's conquer the world!"

Although the raw materials for every giant were difficult to obtain, each Progenitor Demon God meant that an entire race's ancestral graveyard had vanished.

Even if they stripped the whole of Jiuzhou bare, they might not be able to gather many of them.

But that wasn't something he should be thinking about right