Nursery, Capital City.

In the Xin Dynasty's royal family, the newly established "Between the Scales" seemed unchanged from before.

The walls were still adorned with magnificent ancient historical murals describing the imagery of past dynasties.

But in truth, they were all fakes, pretending that our ancestral graves were not robbed, deceiving ourselves.

On the throne, Xin Xichen felt his Dharma Aspect explode, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

Xin Xichen took a deep breath, "Good! Good! Good! These ancient old guys are inherently evil businessmen, taking so much from me, indeed, the initial monarchs of antiquity are extraordinary!"

Dao Yueniang chuckled, "Emperor, I've heard that the essence of anger is not the enemy's strength, but often one's own impotence; the true essence of all rage is impotent fury."

Xin Xichen glanced at Dao Yueniang, "It seems you're becoming more spiritual, are you about to fully awaken?"

"Perhaps?" Dao Yueniang showed a thoughtful expression.

Xin Xichen was just venting anyway. He has always been a rational person:

"Those ancient Demon Gods indeed have some standard. They used unknown divine techniques to see through the essence. In this match, the secret struggle, I indeed lost."

"Skill lacking, I won't feel dissatisfied. Surpass them next time."

He paused and pondered:

"The fruits of victory we fought hard for and won got taken away, it's reasonable to be angry! But they could only take part of it, the truly precious are the Embers of the ancient Emperor of Longevity."

The more they clashed, the more they understood the potential of the few masterminds behind the Longevity Dynasty is infinite.

Luckily, they unearthed them from their ancestral graves during their weakest moment; otherwise, with growth, they'd probably not be lesser than those ancient Demon Gods as formidable adversaries.

For now, those Emperors of Longevity were beaten to near death by them, sealed away in a hidden place.

An imperial mausoleum is incredibly vast, it's impossible for them to find it.

Wait for the right time, retrieve it later, and it'll still be ours.

"What if they are lucky?" Dao Yueniang asked.

"Being lucky means there's a one in ten thousand chance, accidentally passing by the place, accidentally uncovering the seal, accidentally getting the Sealing Box, and accidentally finding a way to unlock it."

Xin Xichen chuckled, "If it's the old Auspicious Beast, there's indeed some possibility for that."

"But now, after his death and rebirth, his auspicious presence turned to bad luck, it is absolutely impossible to find."

"Therefore, we've only lost half."

...

...

Ning Zheng, blessed with great luck, found that his luck might not be so good.

[Emperor of Longevity hideout: Find location and decipher, 200 million Qi Fortune Value.]

Good, good, good.

This round of sealing and encryption by Xin Xichen indeed showcased his standard and skill to the fullest.

Seeing this Qi Fortune Value made Ning Zheng's mouth twitch, how many encryptions were there? Truly guarded against even a gentleman.

But thinking carefully, deciphering the Human God's encryption before also cost billions in Qi Fortune Value.

Given Xin Xichen's proficiency, there's no way it's lower than the outdated Human God.

And.

One Heart Realm items are mostly in the tens of millions.

Self-Transformation Realm items basically hit the billions, this deciphering accords with normal spending standards.

But this made Ning Zheng, who thought himself wealthy, realize that he might be a bit poor:

"In the future, resources, divine techniques, and spells of the Self-Transformation Realm would cost billions."

"Honestly developing generates 1.8 million a day, it would take a year to have billions of Qi Fortune Value; this development is too slow."

This made Ning Zheng, who could break through one realm in a week, very unaccustomed.

Of course.

If someone knew Ning Zheng's thoughts, they'd slap him to death.

That's the Self-Transformation Realm.

A single era doesn't bring out a few in the Self-Transformation Realm.

Despite the new era's explosion making them seemingly everywhere, those Self-Transformation Realm cultivators were all accumulated from the old era.

Cursed, Xin Xichen, Phoenix Yi, Nine-headed Dragon Emperor... weren't they all accumulated from before?

Undeniably, the Immortal Spirit Root era's explosion saw cultivation speed soar, but it only lasted a hundred years.

The new generation at a hundred years old only reach the Two-Phase Realm, still far away.

And Jian Xin, Jiao Wuyu, Li Youzhu, and Xu Huan, those catching the tail of the old era, are only at the One Heart Realm.

Hence, for others, thousands or even tens of thousands of years might not see a breakthrough in a small realm...

Ning Zheng accumulated billions in Qi Fortune Value in a year, broke through a small realm in a year, or comprehended the corresponding divine techniques, it's practically heaven-sent fortune; his growth speed is eye-popping.

Even just relying on basic daily yield, doing nothing, completing the entire Self-Transformation Realm in ten years, uttering it would scare the world to death.

Yet he isn't satisfied.

At this moment, Ning Zheng was rather pondering:

"Should I spend this 200 million?"

"The Nine Infant is certainly worth this 200 million, it's just exchanging for a Self-Transformation Realm resource, and now exchanging it for a bunch of Emperors of Longevity... a definite profit."

Ning Zheng knew it was a good deal, just felt it might not be necessary to earn it now.

Because spending this 200 million would possibly render him slightly poor.

Now himself starting a tomb-robbing mode, raiding the Imperial Mausoleum, everyone in the world is watching him, potential danger is great, something might happen at any time.

Spending all savings now is not very safe; if something goes wrong, he'd be done for with no chance to escape.

After much hesitation, he still decided to play it safe: "Better wait a bit, accumulate more Qi Fortune Value, and then take the Nine Infant."

...

...

In a valley.

Bai Xingling once again came to recount the course of the battle to his master.

Bai Xingling also presented a question, "Master, didn't you say the Emperor of Longevity was a fake identity you assumed out of interest, to establish the Dynasty?"

"I met the Emperor of Longevity, why is his Ember still alive?"

Bai Xingling felt puzzled in his heart.

His master told him that the Longevity Dynasty possessed the heritage of the persona he once left behind, telling him to inherit it.

Yet so many variables arose.

The two unconscionable old bastards Cursed and Phoenix Yi kept targeting, robbing his opportunities.

Simultaneously, he witnessed the initial Emperor of Longevity, that infant emperor with his own eyes.

Although that Longevity Emperor was just a fleeting glimpse before being surrounded with a Protective Shield, preventing them from seeing the combat or dialogue inside.

Bai Xingling found this very peculiar.

There still was an Ember of an Emperor of Longevity left there, so what's the situation with his master now?

"It was just a false identity left at that place, another identical me." The artist laughed softly.

Bai Xingling hesitated to speak.

But the artist interrupted his voice, "I'm aware of this matter, take this item and it will complete your Immortal Spirit Root."

"Yes!" Bai Xingling's eyes lit up. He was still the old version of Celestial Spirit Root, but his master, surprisingly, had a special method to complete his Immortal Spirit Root?

This way, he could fully utilize the breakthrough of the Immortal Spirit Root to charge into the One Heart Realm.

This was a great fortune.

Therefore, he also did not think much, took the treasure, and cheerfully left.

The artist ignored him, continuing to paint.

In the picture, seven babies with umbilical cords emerged from a mother's womb, battling Cursed, Phoenix Yi, Xin Xichen, and others.

Outside the Protective Shield, the Food God, No-Life Whale, Bai Xingling observed.

Every figure in the painting was vivid, as if the painting was another world.

He gazed at the painting of Bai Xingling, whose expression was angry outside the Protective Shield, pondering for a few seconds.

"The outside number 139 Bai Xingling...seems to be ruined, not suitable as a protagonist."

Suddenly.

In the picture, the ink wasn't dried as Bai Xingling turned and met the artist's gaze.

"I will find time to let you out."

"Number 140."

A faint sigh echoed in the valley.

He took down this ink painting, stacking it on top of paintings of powerful figures from various eras, and nonchalantly began sketching new artworks.