Inside the assembly line, they saw the bodies of blacksmiths jumping into the Forging Furnace being melted away, flowing out along the lava grooves below, as if they were raw materials for the Golden Core.
"Indeed, our Golden Cores are forged by the cultivators within our civilization."
Ning Zheng said indifferently, "It might appear that we produce many Golden Cores, but in truth, our people live happily. We only produce a batch of Golden Cores every hundred years, which averages out to a batch of people passing away naturally."
A few True Immortals stepped forward, picked up a piece of metal corpse, scraped out a bit of residue, and carefully examined:
"No problem, it's indeed primary material containing a Qi Fortune Container, identical to the Golden Cores we've seen."
Ning Zheng smiled.
How could he be faking it?
Ning Zheng would never dare to deceive these True Immortals.
As they saw, without buying and selling, there would be no killing.
