I bid Ning Zheng farewell.
Jiumu Qing returned to the wilderness map of Jiumu Sect.
She sat on the throne, pondering Ning Zheng's words. Today's experience had shaken her to the core.
Sword Forging Manor.
Golden Core commerce.
An illusion-realm trading platform for recruiting True Immortals.
The thirteen Immortal Realm overlords—perhaps I am one of them.
When she imagined another version of herself successfully achieving her long-cherished dream of becoming an Esteemed Immortal, she felt both proud and afraid.
If not for that descendant of the Empty Country, she might have become another contemporary Esteemed Immortal. With her pride, she would rather die than submit to a good-for-nothing who had failed to become an Esteemed Immortal.
"But he really is strong."
She stroked her arm. The flesh there was delicate, soft, and smooth.
She was clearly a woven doll, but when the threads were as fine as muscle fibers, the organism they formed had already become a muscular humanoid.
At first glance, this woven doll was indistinguishable from an ordinary flesh-and-blood human.
And becoming a flesh-and-blood human made Jiumu Qing feel extremely novel. She no longer had that stiff, unyielding sensation.
"Forget it, forget it."
She thought for a moment. "I'm still unfamiliar with the outside world. I'll listen to him for now."
She immediately summoned the disciples of the various sects who had submitted to her and convened a general meeting to develop the entire tomb.
As a True Immortal-level expert, she was also an outstanding administrator. She quickly employed the art of kingship, winning over some while suppressing others.
Relying on Ning Zheng's legitimate status as the descendant of the Empty Country, she rode his coattails and firmly secured her position.
Ning Zheng had always been swift and decisive. He immediately asked around about where he could purchase