Chapter 366 - 167: Dead City
"It's the sun!"
"The new sun has risen."
Countless people shouted, the warm sunlight pouring down, making it feel as if the ice and snow in Pingchang City were melting away in the cold winter.
And the blacksmiths also saw this scene and couldn't help but whisper to each other secretly.
"Why is it not the Sun Moon we imagined?"
"I don't know."
"We didn't pass the review?"
"No way."
...
But soon someone saw the notice posted by the government office.
The new Sun and Moon have risen, and there are nine wheels of Sun and Moon in total, each reflecting the Nine-State world.
The Tenth Continent, the nursery, is not something that ordinary mortals can know. Rather, touching the realm of those high-level cultivators is detrimental rather than beneficial.
"The new Sun and Moon have risen, yet the Saint has passed away."
"Perhaps the Sun and Moon were already reshaped, only released when the Saint passed to give us enough confidence."
"No, perhaps the Saint exhausted his heart power to raise the Sun and Moon again, which led to his complete breakdown."
"Boo-hoo-hoo!~"
...
Countless people discussed.
Ning Zheng didn't listen to their whispers, still lost in the scenery above these people's heads.
Their Qi Fortune...
Still dropping!
Calculating the approximate ratio, in about 2 to 3 months they will die.
"This is a city, will there be a city-annihilation event?" Ning Zheng pondered. With the fall of the Saint, chaos descends, yet is it too chaotic? Could a city beside oneself suddenly be destroyed?
Not long after.
"Sorry, sorry."
Zhang Huaping, dressed in white, hurried over.
Her Qi Fortune Value also slowly dropping, on the brink of death.
Unlike the little blacksmiths who had prior insider information from the Capital City and psychological preparation for unexpected events.
Zhang Huaping never imagined that her short life would witness such a historic day.
The Saint ruled the era for over a hundred thousand years, while she, at most a few hundred-year-old cultivator, could encounter such a scene.
Moreover.
Everyone believed this was still a relatively young era.
With the unprecedented strength of the Saint, the lower-class citizens once thought he would at least rule for another hundred thousand years.
Not to mention Zhang Huaping, even the three major families of Pingchang City did not have the qualification to access the insider information of the Capital City.
The invited Capital City team already involved the top people in various fields throughout the Nine-State.
Little blacksmiths muddled through, and by mixing in, they could get all sorts of high-end secret intelligence.
"Are you still going to tour Pingchang City?"
Zhang Huaping couldn't help but ask, after all, such a big event happened today.
"Can't we?" Ning Zheng asked. He wanted to walk around Pingchang City to see what crisis this city faced, not just to see if he could help, but also to find the source of the crisis, to avoid it affecting his own manor.
"Of course not," Zhang Huaping shook her head, "just the requirement to wear white clothes, nothing else strictly required, and the city's various industries will not stop functioning."
"Even those getting married today can continue, although most people probably won't go through with the weddings."
Little blacksmiths watched the animation performance of this scene, faces full of excitement.
Indeed, coming to Pingchang City today, the plan was to let us watch a big plot process!
The whole city mourned, a bit shocking.
"If you choose to continue, our nursing assistants will perform their duties." Behind Zhang Huaping, thirty or more white-robed nursing assistants were already following.
Men and women, old and young.
But without exception, some had withered limbs, or were missing arms or legs, disabled individuals.
The life of a Loose Cultivator at the bottom wasn't easy.
"Then let's continue." Ning Zheng wasn't pretentious.
The shops on the streets were still open, and people were more concerned with discussions, mourning, and pondering.
Because the Saint was too distant, he seemed somewhat illusory.
More people lamented hearing from textbooks since childhood, and legends throughout their lives about that heroic mythological figure at the top of humanity's pyramid, wondering what impact his death would have on their subsequent lives.
Though many felt uncomfortable, they didn't lose their appetite or sleep, still continuing to work.
This is reality.
"Let's split up. We can communicate with the painting cards," said one nursing assistant, "It's all a group's painting cards, don't worry about getting lost."
Soon, Ning Zheng let those nursing assistants take them, the Embers, around the city.
"The vegetable market, I want to go to the vegetable market, the materials for synthesis babies are extremely low."
"I'm going to the antique market, to hunt for treasures."
Their little blacksmiths' wallets full, clearly with their own plans, either to the vegetable market or the antique market.
Ning Zheng watched and didn't mind.
They had professional nursing assistants accompanying the Embers, already a mature mechanism.
No matter how wild the little blacksmiths were, they had mental branding not to reveal the manor's secrets, which Ning Zheng had great confidence in.
Moreover, he still had Qi Fortune Value. Should anything happen... his Qi Fortune Value would sense it.
This was why his heart appeared to be quite "big."
Ning Zheng felt somewhat heavy, thinking, wanting to walk around and look.
"Sir, may I accompany you on your walk?" Beside him, Shao Chaikun and the Embers of the Food God, cautiously followed nearby.
That sneaky look, as if suspecting some hidden plot would unfold.
Ning Zheng ignored him. He strolled around several streets, learned about the prices at the bottom-level shops, and the outside market atmosphere.
Then he found a tavern and sat down.
Ordering some small dishes at random, he pricked up his ears to listen to the discussions around him.
At the next table:
"The Saint's death might have been inevitable; no one in this world can remain undying, let alone it's heard that any founding Emperor, after ascending the throne, won't have a long life due to the hidden injuries sustained during conquest."
"Do you know if it's the Crown Prince who will succeed?"
"It's said that currently, it's the Crown Prince Consort who is holding power in the Capital City and overseeing the arrangements."
"Who is the Crown Prince Consort?"
"Not clear, either secretly nurtured or an alliance marriage with some ancient Great Sect?"
"No, I've heard it's not the Crown Prince succeeding, but abdication? Preparing to pass the throne to someone?"
"Is it one of the Nine Great Continent Kings, the founding Non-royal Prince? After all, nobody knows exactly who among them is dead or alive, but certainly, some are still alive."
"Truth, falsehood, no one knows, it's all confidential."
"Whoever ultimately takes over, it will be known in time."
"Yes, every generation of Saint fought their way to power."
...
The entire tavern was discussing the world's great events.
This was a particular hobby of the scholars.
He knew well that with their understanding, they were not privy to the inside news of the Court.
"Are they announcing to the outside world that he will abdicate?" Ning Zheng pondered.
Ning Zheng didn't know the specific truth about the fake death.
Xinyi Baisan thought the Saint died too suddenly.
Having just forged the Sun and Moon, he died?
The guess might be that it's a fake death.
The various forces in the Great Sect and Evil Cults in the world might be equally bewildered, uncertain of what to do.
Is he really dead or not? No one knows, it's like a sword hanging over your head, keeping you from being reckless.
Even if it were a fake death, surely the Saint's era is over.
He couldn't possibly return to power again.
No matter who assumes power, it wouldn't be their move; neutral professions are favorable.
Next to him, Shao Chaikun was also discussing:
"Do you choose to continue, or do nothing?"
"Middle ground is the safest."
"The middle ground is not a bad choice," Food God said.
Ning Zheng continued to drink tea and eat.
The other people in the tavern felt anxious about the possible emergence of chaos, but they still had to eat and drink.
"Everyone in the tavern, their Qi Fortune is dropping... they won't last long, it seems. This city won't last long, apparently."
At this moment, Ning Zheng was completely certain, the entire Pingchang City wouldn't last long.
Ning Zheng didn't care to observe those little blacksmiths anymore.
The Save Worlds plan had already started, and the white-robed nursing assistants accompanying the sparks had disappeared somewhere.
Their departure was like leaving Pingchang City with fading gas.
What's going to happen?
He was half worried, half indifferent.
He looked at the dimming sun in the sky without speaking.
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