A group of people also replied one after another beneath the analysis post.
"Artist, if you can get me an immortal to descend into Ember, you're my dad! Ink Plum True Immortal is my mom!"
"Holy crap, the moment you become an immortal, you've got both a dad and a mom. What a blessed life!"
"A bunch of shameless wastes. Is it really necessary to go this far over a game?"
"Morons, of course it's necessary because it's a game! We're only shouting that we want to be Lu Bu. Who'd actually dare do it in real life?"
There were also some honest analyses:
"Brothers, you can't afford this. How powerful does an immortal have to be? This costs way too much. And does the artist's painting not charge you a labor fee?"
"Looks like this new feature is a heavy-spending project. This means we're going to make money again, and again, and again. We have to keep developing the business of the immortal world so everyone can get rich."
"Speaking of which, can't we draw one ourselves? How about we sponsor Xin Xichen, help him burn the artist to death, and seize the art of painting!"
Ning Zheng continued scrolling through several pages of the forum.
It had to be said, these blacksmiths were clever, eloquent, and full of insight, coming up with all sorts of wild ideas.
They had even gone so far as to think of using such outrageous methods to find the artist and improve themselves.
"Speaking of which, is this you cuckolding me, or me cuckolding you?"
Ning Zheng fell into this philosophical line of thought.
He had truly discovered it.
The Nine Continents System was not merely sticky and impossible to kill. It was also a system for replicating cuckolds.
Just look at those