Now.
Solar System, Blue Star.
On the rooftop of a tall building, the fierce wind howled, and two people stood.
"It seems my guess was correct."
Ning Zheng's expression was extremely calm, looking at another "self," with the same face, the same posture, but with completely different temperament and personality.
Clad in black, fierce, eerie, like the villain turned dark in a TV drama.
It gave off a vibe of death that advised people to stay away, exuding a sense of endless vicissitudes, obviously having endured too many unforgettable pains.
At first, Ning Zheng thought the trilateral self converged into "fate."
They were:
1. Calamity.
2. Auspicious.
3. And the current self.
But later he discovered.
There was still a very important puzzle missing, lacking a substantive Venerable Position... so he guessed it was on the Qi Fortune Gambling Table before him.
After all, isn't it obvious?
This is a Qi Fortune-type Immortal Venerable Supreme Treasure.
