Nursery, Capital City.
This young and hot-blooded Emperor Xin Xichen was all the more prone to stumbling and getting back up because of his youth. Before long, he stopped caring about the painter's filthy tricks of using his trump cards to show off and returned to his usual state of mind.
After all, the painter had received the punishment he deserved—paying with his life.
At this very moment.
In the Imperial Palace's research institute, Xin Xichen was studying this Immortal Affinity and exclaimed, "I think it can work. We can use this Immortal Affinity to research an artificial Immortal Affinity."
"If not for the Path of Fate brought by that mysterious Night Emperor, it probably would have been difficult to break through in such a short time. Good luck in probability theory is an enormous help to research scholars!"
It had to be said that Fate Number's help in battle might not be direct enough.
But in research, it was incredibly versatile.
"Even without researching it, this Immortal Affinity accumulated over more than ten million years should probably be enough for everyone if divided up. There's simply too much of it—far too much."
Beside him, Nine Grains nodded slightly and smiled. "That is excellent."
Neither of them mentioned whether the Nine Grains Dynasty should be revived, or whether Nine Grains should become emperor again.
The Nine Grains Dynasty had already perished. It was better to let the past remain in the past.
Everyone knew that after Nine Grains had lived a second life, she had completed her foundation and was about to become an immortal, leaving this world behind. What use would reviving the Nine Grains Dynasty be?
Moreover, now that Nine Grains had been resurrected, she would still need to spend some time completing the seven tribulations of her