The Duplicating Divine Ability, Divine Window

Crash.

When Ning Zheng opened his eyes again, he found himself in a desolate wilderness.

"The Thirteen States were not unified. Internal strife will make this tomb very weak—perhaps the weakest tomb among all the imperial mausoleums throughout history."

"I might be able to clear it out by myself. There's no need to let anyone else come and reap the rewards."

"If I can't handle it alone, I'll let three powerful free thugs in."

His immense consciousness swept across the surroundings. He soon confirmed the direction of a city and hurried there.

Crack.

Gale Emperor City

Before him stood a crude stone gate and a tall, tribal-style stone wall. The common people wore hemp clothing and looked extremely primitive.

The filthy air was murky and damp. Cow and horse dung lined the roadside, while broken stones paved the ground.

Looking at the most powerful and prosperous royal city in the Thirteen States, Ning Zheng slightly furrowed his brows. In his eyes, this ancient royal city was nothing more than an urban-rural fringe.

The Bronze Statue Emperor, dressed in golden robes, strolled down the main street. The passersby around him all revealed strange, fearful looks.

Someone secretly ran away, nervously whispering, "Guards, guards! There's an invader!"

Ning Zheng subconsciously collected information on the entire city.

"There's a Transforming Self Realm expert in the city? He can't really be considered an expert—he only barely entered the Transforming Self Realm."

"He should be the emperor of this feudal state."

The Transforming Self Realm cultivators of this era were meaningless in Ning Zheng's eyes.

With a single glance, he saw through their cyclical structures. Several cycles had been pieced together, and their crudity was beneath notice.

Their Three Flowers were like incomplete, withered blossoms scorched beneath the sun atop a vase—weak and devoid of