"Are you so sure?"
Xu Feng looked at Silver Horn with some hesitation.
"Almost for certain!"
"Is this a speculation?"
"Decades of experience have led me to this conclusion, Xu Daoist friend, trust my judgment," Silver Horn said with emphasis.
"A matter of mere tens of thousands of years, I can wait," Xu Feng said.
The Hongmeng Immortal Boat flew above the clouds; Xu Feng watched the numerous Preaching Arenas below, his expression somewhat solemn.
Because he noticed that the large Daoist Fields, previously only occasionally visited by alchemists, were now nearly half occupied.
"Is there any benefit to guessing correctly?" Xu Feng asked curiously.
"If you guess right, you can sell the spot."
"6 billion years ago, I guessed the first place and secured a forward position."
"Then, that position was bought by a top Xuanhuang Alchemist for 5000 Contribution Points," Silver Horn had an expression like someone reminiscing about winning a 5 million prize.
