Nursery in the Capital City.
Looking at the golden silhouette wrapped in the Chronicles of Time, the terrifying pressure was incomparably frightening, causing all the Golden Armor Guards to show expressions of fear.
To steal the Chronicles of Time and even become part of it is unimaginable to any Cultivator.
Yet Ning Zheng didn't care, he flew away swiftly from the Capital City.
Isn't it common sense to run after stealing something?
Standing there after theft, waiting for the owner to return and mocking them relentlessly is the height of rudeness.
With a swish.
Ning Zheng swiftly flew away from the Nursery, quietly severing all breaths, entering the Nine-State earth.
"Each scale armor contains a Dynasty's ancient tomb."
Ning Zheng furrowed his brows tightly,
"If only we could extract each Ancient Tomb Emperor within as an energy source for the Magical Artifact.... every Pseudo-human Ancestor pulling the carriage, a perpetual motion machine, how powerful would that be??"
