Ning Zheng felt immense admiration in his heart.

Just from the Gale Emperor's simple outline of the framework, he sensed how fascinating that grand mythological era must have been.

It carried a strong sense of its time.

Yet, it seems every era has its own vivid personality!

[Jiushui Dynasty], a Postnatal Spiritual Root dynasty, planting spiritual roots, unprecedented.

[Firewood Dynasty], a group of scholar Emperors, burned the Human Ancestor's tomb, the pinnacle of the Innate Spiritual Root era.

[Longevity Dynasty], a group of infant Emperors, ruling the world with baby cuddlers, unprecedented.

[Divine Statue Era], a group of replicas, unified copied spiritual roots, pirated versions overpowering originals... With great shamelessness, they turned a group of original talents into statues to copy their pirated versions.

Utterly heart-wrenching.

This is the only mythological era that doesn't require cultivation but focuses on job transitions.

Each talent with a [Profession], which can be categorized into various rare, uncommon, legendary, and mythic professions... It's truly a spectacle. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

But this job transition clearly follows the path of predecessors.

Every copied wisdom from predecessors, the realms weren't painstakingly cultivated on their own, they are all weaklings...

"No, we are very strong!"

Even though the Gale Emperor had already surrendered, he bore his pride, vehemently denying it: "You come from the future, you simply have no idea how great our era is!"

Ning Zheng merely chuckled, "Everyone thinks their era is great. I understand that sense of belonging."

The Gale Emperor was completely enraged:

"Copying realms, making us have an unprecedented number of powerhouses, even beyond later generations."

"A normal dynasty's Saint would typically amount to a dozen or so, but we... over a hundred! If not for our excessively extreme internal strife, not stifling geniuses, we should at least have over a thousand Saints!"

"At the lower levels, there are even more cultivators."

"We don't expend heart power on cultivation but engage in frantic internal wars, allowing us to research combat techniques and perfect different systems with our lives."

"Five Elements, Four Viscera, Three Elements... This very perfect cyclic system is the main body left by our Divine Statue Era; future generations must thank us."

His eyes burst out with intense confidence, proud of his era, believing he was born in the best, most brilliant era.

The Gale Emperor claimed that although each person in the same tier seemed weak, their numbers were vast!

When each realm has countless people, when they pool their wisdom, they will crazily perfect the realms.

This is a very simple thing.

When you only have one Self-Transformation Realm, exploring by yourself, with no one to discuss it with.

When your era has a hundred Self-Transformation Realms?

Everyone discusses realms together, explores together!

This will be an unprecedented Tao discussion prosperous era.

Their side effects are just weak underpinnings, hollow foundations, not indicative of having a problem with their brains.

The more cultivators in the same realm, the easier it is to complete the cultivation system.

"We can skip the tedious repeated cultivation, putting all heart power into driving the era's progress!"

"We are a copy of the Divine Race, weak in combat power, yet we drive the progress of civilization!"

"Every time we perfect a system, we find some archaic times' nurtured talents as prototypes, updating the copied statues in the square."

Ning Zheng was greatly shocked, even displaying a hint of vigilance.

They are also nurturing... Xu Huan?

Yes.

This world cannot just be full of replicas, or else who would they copy?

So, they certainly kept some seeds from ancient times, nurturing some Celestial Spirit Root divine technique seedlings from the bygone eras.

And furthermore.

They studied new eras, making them new version divine statues to solidify in the square, continuing to allow people to copy.

Ning Zheng showed a hint of admiration: "This cyclic update... Your method of version upgrading is quite astounding."

"Naturally."

The Gale Emperor, one of the thirteen countries' Wind Country kings in history, was full of pride, "To this day, I still think this is one of the most perfect eras!"

He spoke with a cold arrogance:

"Our combat power is less than half of others at the same tier, but that's not a weakness! When the whole world has only half the combat power left, everyone is at their peak power state."

"If a powerhouse appears that's not a copy of the spiritual root? We will eliminate it together. Our numbers are countless times more than theirs, and we can become theirs..."

"Our Divine Statue Era can theoretically persist forever; no one can overthrow us."

He was obviously a strong nationalist, extremely confident in his era, speaking of a very perfect era.

The crazed production of soldiers resulted in chaos, infighting, killing, competition... All these rapidly updated the era.

Ning Zheng was also a rational person, not judging them poorly just because they were from an ancient primal epoch.

He too found it perfect, in relative terms, a perfect social form.

Furthermore, according to the Gale Emperor, when a true prodigy is discovered, they are met with an inevitable path to death.

A genius appears, does not reflect the "Divine Window", and becomes a replica.

They possess their original innate divine techniques, secretly captive bred, and cultivated into invincible statues at the same tier on the square! For others to replicate!

This is the true purpose of the geniuses.

The Age of Idols has wiped out the geniuses, hasn't this world become equal?

This is a golden age of cultivation where everyone is equal.

Though it is somewhat bizarre.

The more Ning Zheng thought about it, the more wondrous and interesting it seemed.

This segment of history is particularly astonishing, leaving one in awe.

Ning Zheng already found that every time tracing back the mythological stories, the eras they shaped inevitably make people admire the strength and courage of the predecessors.

It is precisely because of these heroes and great figures from past generations, one by one great nations repeatedly pushing forward the wheels of civilization, that today's prosperity exists.

The era they lived in might seem backward today, but the wisdom of each ancient ancestor was no less than that of contemporary people.

Their creativity, talent, and standard are especially remarkable even in today's era.

A great civilization in the ancient times created an epic spectacle: the Age of Idols.

"Then so perfect, how were you eventually overthrown?" Ning Zheng showed a hint of curiosity, "Surely it wasn't internal conflict that fully brought you down, was it?"

"Of course not that foolish."

Gale Emperor shook his head, "How could anyone conflict internally to death, our dynasty, lasted more than five million years, the longest dynasty in history without any exception."

"Our thirteen countries' struggles were orderly, and mutual understanding existed, our struggles were for training troops and pushing the era forward."

"But around the two hundred millionth year, we already found that internal conflict wasn't useful anymore, our replica deity civilization started to stagnate."

"We kept attempting breakthroughs beyond the Self-Transformation Realm, that possibly existing realm... Therefore, we kept trying to research new 'paths', cultivate one genius after another, create new idols, for our replication supply."

"We even launched the captive idol plan."

"We moved all the cultivators from the thirteen countries to Nursery's Tenth Continent."

"We took the 'Divine Window' back into the Emperor's Tomb, the Nine-State below lost the source for creating replicas, the world quickly restored its original spiritual roots, reverting to an era of blooming various spiritual roots."

"The whole Nine-State became our idol breeding base."

Ning Zheng understood the other party's actions.

Simply replicating wasn't sustainable, still had to release those original body cultivators.

If Xu Huan were here, he would certainly exclaim expertise.

Previously, they captive bred Xu Huan and others, just a city wall of the State City, nurturing to kill.

And now?

These big shots' moves were too grand!

They treated the Nine-State below as a captive breeding ground, nurturing to kill.

"According to our speculation, even stronger experts cannot defeat us, because we can... replicate."

"We do not fear the emergence of experts, only fear the opponents aren't expert enough to transform them into strong enough idols."

They repeated the cycle like this.

Secretly advancing the era, becoming lofty gods.

As replica divine beings, grabbing geniuses from the Nine-State one by one, making them into idols on the square for these replica deities to replicate.

The heroes emerged from those eras, roared, and raged, eventually despair...

Fell on the throne of the sky nursery.

Authentic ones perished under the siege by replicas.

They even used the "authentic cultivators" as the source of replica cloning, hanging them on their square as sculptures for future generations to replicate.

It's simply... those defeated hero statues for exhibition.

As the blacksmith would say: Hero, defeated, no mercy, publicly exposed! Then inserted with a lot of Japanese that Ning Zheng couldn't understand.

Ning Zheng listened and felt a bit perplexed:

"It seems in the tomb, they also treated me as one of the heroes of their era roaring, waiting for me to come over, and then use past technology to replicate me, together besiege me... then hang me, this defeated hero, on the square for replication."

How dangerous.

Ning Zheng suddenly felt a bit afraid.

This defeated ending was too perverse, simply worse than death.

This tomb wasn't ordinarily vicious, Ning Zheng again felt lucky for his caution, first ambushing a saint.

Otherwise, not knowing the details, getting caught by them and hung on the square would be ridiculous.

"And then? How did your Age of Idols perish? Did you meet someone you couldn't replicate?" Ning Zheng had already thought of something.

"Yes."

Gale Emperor showed a trace of fear, "Until that terrifying figure appeared, we discovered that our replication ability... wasn't omnipotent either."

His voice was filled with pain, his eyes seemed to recall the most terrifying years: "We became a bunch of big-bellied women and big-bellied men... still couldn't defeat Him."

Ning Zheng nodded heavily, quite agreeing with this.