He Had Gained Overwhelming Momentum, and Everything Was Settled

Nursery Capital City.

Looking at that golden figure draped in the Chronicle of Ages, and feeling the terrifying, unparalleled pressure it exuded, every golden-armored guard wore an expression of horror.

Stealing the Chronicle of Ages, and even becoming the Chronicle of Ages itself—this was something utterly unimaginable in the eyes of any cultivator.

But Ning Zheng did not care about any of that. He flew straight out of the capital and sped away.

Wasn't running after stealing something just common sense?

What kind of shameless person would steal something, then stand right there waiting for its owner to return, only to mock them wildly?

With a rustle.

Ning Zheng quickly flew out of the Nursery, quietly severed all aura from his body, and entered the Nine Continents.

"Every scale contains an ancient imperial tomb."

Ning Zheng's brows knitted tightly.

"If only I could squeeze out and extract every tomb emperor inside to serve as a power source for a magic weapon. Each False Human ancestor could be responsible for pulling the carriage—a perpetual-motion machine. How powerful would that be?"

"Unfortunately, for now, it's merely sturdy."

If it could not be put to use, then calling it the number-one divine weapon of the Nine Continents was a waste.

Although this thing was not meant for combat in the first place.

Still, once he brought it back and studied how to draw out each emperor battery, he would find a way sooner or later.

Which emperor would not play the black hand before dying? Wouldn't they bury a foreshadowing for their return? It was merely a matter of whether the black hand was large or small.

At this moment, Ning Zheng's body was draped in flags everywhere, each one a timed bomb.

But he did not feel that this was dangerous.

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