Ning Zheng was filled with admiration.
Just Emperor Kuangfeng's brief explanation of the framework had already made him realize how fascinating that magnificent mythological era had been.
It was deeply characteristic of its era.
But it seemed that every era had its own distinct personality!
The Nine Grains Dynasty, the Postnatal Spiritual Root Dynasty, planting Spiritual Roots—unprecedented.
The Kindling Fire Dynasty, an entire group of scholar Great Emperors, burning people's ancestral graves—the peak of the Innate Spiritual Root Era.
The Longevity Dynasty, an entire group of Infant Great Emperors, babies ruling the world—unprecedented.
The Divine Statue Era, a group of replicants, all with the same Clone Spiritual Root. Pirated copies had defeated the originals through sheer numbers. They were also extraordinarily vicious, turning a group of original prodigies into statues so that people could copy their pirated versions.
It was practically murder that destroyed the victim's heart.
This was the only mythological era that required no cultivation and focused on changing professions.
Each prodigy had a profession, which could be further divided into rare, uncommon, legendary, and mythical professions. They had truly taken the concept to its most dazzling extreme.
But this kind of career change was clearly following the paths of those who came before.
They copied the wisdom of their predecessors one by one. Their realms had not been painstakingly cultivated by themselves—they were all weaklings.
"No, we're very strong!"
Although Emperor Kuangfeng had already admitted defeat, he still had his pride. He desperately denied this point. "You came from the future, so you have no idea how great our era was!"
Ning Zheng merely chuckled. "Everyone thinks their own era is great. I can understand that sense of belonging."
Emperor Kuangfeng was utterly enraged:
"By copying realms, the number of our powerful experts became unprecedentedly large—perhaps even