As far as Sword Forging Manor was concerned, with too few people and insufficient strength, it was difficult to conquer the Chronicle of Ages.
This was the conclusion the blacksmiths had reached after studying it repeatedly.
They were outrageously boastful on the surface, but they still knew exactly how much they weighed. They were very good at recognizing that they were nothing more than tiny noobs.
After all, relying solely on the top combatants was not enough.
Marching to war and probing the enemy's numbers and the number of powerful fighters—how could such things be simple?
First, they had no experience. Second, they had no manpower.
At the end of the day, the blacksmiths only had one switch-type Progenitor Demon God. Their foundations were nowhere near sufficient.
Xin Xichen and the others had also thought of this.
"So that's how it is. You're certainly very strong, but now that you've returned, you have only top-level strength and not even a bit of manpower in the middle and lower ranks." Disasterbringer pondered this aloud.
The other party's situation was clearly an attempt to make a deal.
But to them, it was no different from plotting with a tiger.
"We're only here to notify you."
Giant Shell Progenitor Demon God gave a cold snort. "We'll open this imperial mausoleum, but we'll charge a certain fee. Whether you come or not is up to you."
With that, he vanished on the spot.
Only the group remained, staring at one another.
The Deep-Sea Sacrificial Tomb.
A golden-armored statue sat on the throne. The scales covering his body were none other than the Chronicle of Ages.
The Chronicle of Ages was composed of one corridor mausoleum after another.
Naturally, some of these mausoleums were vacant, waiting for future emperors to move in. They were currently