To be honest, he had originally planned to act according to the scheme the blacksmiths had designed.
You could call the blacksmiths insane, but you absolutely could not deny that they were experts at conquering instances. They had more than a dozen contingency plans for each upcoming instance—true hardcore players.
When they suddenly encountered rogue cultivators, adapting to circumstances was a good thing.
They casually fabricated an ancient tomb, wrote a posthumous letter, and integrated it into the history the blacksmiths had compiled. The matter progressed unexpectedly smoothly.
After all, how could it not go smoothly?
They were merely a True Immortal. Did they have the qualifications to know the history of the Immortal Venerables' battles? Did they have the ability to investigate which Immortal Venerable from history had fallen?
This involved a blind spot in their understanding.
Besides, with a genuine auspicious-beast immortal weapon and an enormous opportunity in hand, would they still trace its authenticity?
"People will always instinctively believe what they want to believe."
Ning Zheng sighed inwardly. "From their perspective, they simply aren't worthy of using a Seven-colored Immortal Weapon as bait."
"Because that bait is too precious. It's like a beggar by the roadside refusing to believe that someone would spend ten billion yuan just to trick him."
Don't think that calling them beggars was underestimating them.
Their sect was the strongest force beneath the Immortal Venerables—a True Immortal-level force. Even among the Myriad Worlds, it was one of the most powerful.
But that was simply the truth.
Beneath the Immortal Venerables, everyone was an ant; everyone was a beggar.
Even a True Immortal who served as the current sect master under an Immortal Venerable could slaughter their entire sect's rogue True Immortals single-handedly, as easily as butchering chickens.
History changed with the tides. Forces