Chapter 371

Chapter 371: The Foundation of the Eighth Era

Su Wen looked around, observing the Fengluan Clan’s worship of him, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

In truth, who would want to recklessly flip the chessboard if they had means to counter their enemies and a chance for victory?

Suddenly, Su Wen’s gaze froze.

He realized that the Lost Clan might be feigning weakness to their enemies.

After all, the Lost Clan wouldn’t dare to push too hard; they needed to give this side a glimmer of hope for victory. Otherwise, in absolute despair, flipping the table and resorting to Mutual Destruction was entirely possible.

While secretly infiltrating dark pieces, they pretended to be weak to hide their true strength.

They would wait until the last Era to unleash everything.

Even at Crucial Moments, they wouldn’t give this side time to react before explosively securing victory.

Thinking of this, Su Wen’s smile gradually faded.

Compared to the threat posed by the Lost Clan, the gains he had achieved so far were still too insignificant.

But overall, it was a good thing!

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"……"

At that moment, teleportation formations appeared around them.

Then, Fengluan warriors clad in battle armor and armed to the teeth emerged from within.

But as they entered the main realm through the teleportation formation, their bodies uncontrollably bowed toward Su Wen.

Obviously, upon seeing Su Wen arrive here, the powerful beings of the Fengluan Clan sent a message to notify their clan.

The efficiency of the Fengluan Clan was remarkable; once they learned of the situation, they quickly arranged support actions.

However, what they thought was a support action turned into a delivery of offerings here.

One after another, like dumplings being made, they fell from the sky and began to kneel down in worship.

This process continued for more than ten minutes.

"After the experience, you feel it now, right?"

Jiu Ying glanced at the Fengluan Clan below and said, "Then let’s go!"

With a wave of his hand, Jiu Ying brought Su Wen and the others into a dark-colored weapon storage.

"This is a weapon storage I set up on a sudden urge at that time."

"Some weapons that didn’t meet the design criteria from the design institute or were forged by the forging institute to not meet my expectations are all placed here."

"There are probably several thousand weapons, but I can’t remember exactly."

"The way to open it is also very simple: the divine aura of the Shadow God, the God of Wealth, or the Star God can all work."

Nearby, the Fighting God suddenly asked, "Can my divine aura work too?"

Jiu Ying: “…”

After a moment of silence, Jiu Ying spoke, “You can’t do it.”

“Why?”

“There’s no point discussing this. I think everyone knows the reason.”

“…”

“I’m not trying to insult you. Don’t overthink it.”

“…”

The corners of Fighting God’s mouth twitched slightly. He hadn’t been overthinking it at first, but now that Jiu Ying repeated it, how could he not?

Was the Fighting God of the Eighth Era not particularly sharp when it came to schemes?

But that slightly dismissive tone seemed to be aimed directly at the divine position of Fighting God, right?

Hmm… it seemed the Eighth Era Fighting God didn’t leave a great impression on Jiu Ying, but that didn’t matter.

After all, he was the Fighting God of the Ninth Age, and he had nothing to do with the Fighting God of the Eighth Era.

Most importantly, he’d gotten used to it over the years.

After all, his brain wasn’t as sharp as the Star God’s!

“Is this the legacy left by your Eighth Era?”

Su Wen, after following Jiu Ying into the weapon storage and looking around for a while, was amazed.

Inside, there were all kinds of weapons, a dazzling array!

And thanks to the great formation protecting the vault, these weapons still radiated a powerful aura, even after countless years.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the weapons here were far stronger than the Shadow Knife.

That made sense.

After all, the Shadow Knife was just the standard weapon of the Eighth Era, while this vault was set up by Jiu Ying. It was only natural that the weapons here would outclass standard ones.

If the true gods of the Eighth Era saw fit to casually store these weapons here, how bad could they really be?

“Legacy?”

Jiu Ying raised an eyebrow and pointed to the nearby weapon rack. “You mean these?”

What kind of legacy were these discarded weapons supposed to be?

“They’re not?”

Su Wen sighed. He admitted his perspective might be limited.

But some of these weapons had rule lights so intense they were unmistakable.

Clearly, they were true god weapons!

If someone could arm themselves with dozens or even hundreds of true god artifacts, how powerful would that force be?

To put it bluntly, if a Divine Power Half-God could wield a true god weapon, even an immortal half-god probably wouldn’t stand a chance.

Compared to his previous gains, this was an enormous treasure trove!

The so-called treasure vault and secret stash of the Holy Spirit clan are nothing compared to this weapon storage!

“Let’s just say that!”

Jiu Ying smiled slightly and said, “Of course, collecting these weapons is to prepare for any unexpected situations.”

“Now that you’ve put them to use, it can be considered the foundation left by the Eighth Era.”

“However, some things I left behind may not be in the main realm.”

“Our area of struggle has always been the front-line battlefield!”

“If any treasures or resources remain in the main realm, they would definitely be the work of the Great God of Wealth of the Eighth Era.”

Saying this, Jiu Ying paused and then continued, “You… since you can revive me, then one day in the future, you could also try to revive your predecessor, my comrade.”

“Of course, I’m saying if, since it’s a bit risky, you both are gods of wealth.”

“If he also revives and you both exist at the same time, it would somewhat violate the rules of the universe.”

“But your ability to revive me also somewhat goes against the universe’s rules.”

“What I mean is, you can try it in the future; what if you succeed?”

Su Wen listened to Jiu Ying’s words, his eyes flickering.

Having two gods of wealth exist at the same time would violate the universe’s rules.

But wouldn’t having just one work?

Before he returned to the main Time and Space, he could reach some agreement with the river of time to revive the Great God of Wealth of the Eighth Era.

Or he could say, reviving a doppelgänger would be fine too.

Once this doppelgänger revives, he could have the Star God inform him and, if convenient, write a “casual essay” about the foundation of the Eighth Era.

The treasure bowl can extract future items, right?

Ever since he received compensation from the river of time for four hundred and twenty-eight sources, he now has reason to suspect that what he got from the treasure bowl was actively placed there by the river of time.

It could be said that what he drew depended on what the river of time chose to put in.

At that time, he could provide a source as a gesture to the river of time, letting them bring over the Great God of Wealth’s “essay” from the Eighth Era!

If the river of time was unwilling or tried to charge a higher price, the River of Fate probably wouldn’t mind opening up another line of business, right?

Making money!

He could understand the River of Fate!

After all, compared to the river of time, the River of Fate had too few orders collected.

Looking at the appearance of this one hundred million source order, the River of Fate became anxious, with its extending power not allowing the river of time to successfully expel it even once.