Chapter 1274 - 354: The Artist, Protagonist of the Era, Appears!

Chapter 1274: Chapter 354: The Artist, Protagonist of the Era, Appears!

In the distant past, on the Blue Star.

"The painter has finally gone mad, it’s rare to see him show his face." In the e-sports hotel, Xin Xichen and Ning Zheng sat on leather recliners, playing an old-style controller game together.

"I always thought he was a war fanatic."

Xin Xichen proudly sneered, "But he also got his wish, building the ultimate perfect artwork in his eyes, the Chronicles of Time."

"He really is an artist who pursues the ultimate dream." A trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, "Our entire Nine-State world was merely an experimental field for the Chronicles of Time."

Xin Xichen continually manipulated the controller, playing the level-clearing game.

"On the contrary, I think he’s just like those protagonists of the Moderate Stream in storybooks." Ning Zheng joked, with a grasp in the void, retrieved a large pile of physical web novel books of this era,

"Look here, living an entire life without leaving home, secretly advancing the era, and when finally appearing, it’s the moment of the ultimate battle, the decisive moment."

"Doesn’t it look like now?"

Ning Zheng always wanted to gripe, thought the painter was too mysterious, with so many trump cards, practically a storybook protagonist come to life.

Whoosh~

Xin Xichen reached out a finger and burned those web novels, after understanding the content, he nodded:

"It’s quite similar, according to the formula, now it’s already entering the final Chapter of his novel,

hidden all his life, moderate till he’s ready, and upon appearing, he needs to defeat the possible enemy mastermind and overthrow evil, ushering in a jubilant and grand finale,

and after winning, he secretly hides in a small world as a mortal, taking his wife and children to the pinnacle."

However, Ning Zheng put down the controller, interrupting the game:

"This moderate stream protagonist, not only played with your and Jiu Shui’s life, but now he’s draining this prehistoric big fish pond, sucking it dry, and you’re still being sarcastic? Now we’re the villains! Being sucked dry by him!"

"Isn’t it you who’s being sarcastic?" Xin Xichen laughed.

"He didn’t play with my life, at least I haven’t been painted." Ning Zheng said calmly.

Xin Xichen displayed a hint of defiance, "I, Xin Xichen, a Firewood Emperor, the supreme one holding the Heavenly Path Contract..."

"You were painted by the painter." Ning Zheng said.

Xin Xichen: "....."

However, draining the past is indeed a major issue.

All existence depends on matter.

When the other party drains your matter and energy, making your energy level diminish or even disappear, all you’re left with is a concept, a void of non-entity air.

What about the eternal Undying Immortal Venerate?

Without a material foundation, all that’s left is a void concept, much like a pile of data in a USB drive, basically indistinguishable from death.

When [prehistoric] is drained...

At the time of the ultimate battle, the three top-tier Immortal Venerates are left with only the energy of their own bodies.

Their logistics [past] is already gone, unable to borrow the Power of Heaven and Earth anymore, their own strength diminishes as it’s used.

It’s like an immortal who arrives in a End of the Dharma era city without Spiritual Qi, unable to Replenish Qi, the consequences are predictable.

And Xian?

Material and energy have come to the future.

His logistics energy has increased, with this balance shifted, the battle between the two sides spells who will win.

Xin Xichen put down the controller, a bit troubled, and said:

"I can’t possibly help the three Immortal Venerates now? Anyway, I’m not helping anyone now, can only hope the painter, after draining us dry, remembers us and helps us resurrect."

Unexpectedly, Xin Xichen was optimistic.

But he seemed truly powerless, trapped in the past, unable to go to the future.

What’s happening over there, depends on the methods of the three Immortal Venerates.

"No more words, no more words, let’s continue playing games!"

Xin Xichen mumbled, "Speaking of which, while the Immortal Venerates’ attention is diverted, I want to make an effort on the leaderboard, advance a few ranks."

Ning Zheng noticed Xin Xichen in a white anime T-shirt, an Otherworld Emperor dressed as a big boy, each feeling he’s let himself go, free beyond measure.

His previous life lived with caution, pushing the era and maneuvering the grand world.

Finally, now that he has reached the brink of the Great Path, walked to the end of cultivation, can’t he relax and play a bit?

...

The future.

The entire cosmos is illuminated.

As if drawn into a golden hall.

Ning Zheng watched the painter declare war in the high sky, involuntarily watching the spectacle, feeling the massive +2+2 of each world line, revealing a satisfied smile.

The painter was a realist, the world lines he sketched conveniently nurtured a batch of followers for himself.

Thus, he is about to complete the Path of Auspicious, the journey to testify the Dao.

Swoosh!

Ning Zheng contentedly absorbed the gifts of countless multiverse lines.

But the painter clearly was also setting him up.

If an accident occurs, he waits for himself to transform into a Half Celestial Phenomenon, to support the scene for him.

Using a life to bear the battle situation for him.

After all, every time unable to win, just use a one-time Powerhouse, to testify the Celestial Phenomenon and help fight.

Ultimately dying in the [future], only able to live in the [past].

Feeling the power in his body, Ning Zheng chuckled lightly, quietly enjoying the spectacle, "Let me see how much you’ve hidden as this protagonist."

Earlier, the painter hid in the shadows and watched the show, now it’s his turn.

Saying this, Ning Zheng gathered a group of blacksmiths at Xirong Square, hosted a large banquet, eating and drinking, opening the projection screen of the war.

Jiucai Rong, busy-minded and somewhat hesitating, "Manager, aren’t we going to help? Contributing a bit in this fight even, wouldn’t hurt."

"No point." Ning Zheng shook his head, "Do they lack a Golden Giant God? No, even if we joined from Xirong it’s just filling the numbers."

"Me joining the battlefield, to plunder the enemy’s resources, would instead be stealing his energy for troop creation, making more Golden God... all can be linked by the painter, making combat power higher."

Helping would likely backfire.

Unless the painter personally invites, otherwise don’t act of one’s own accord.

If people need it, they will invite.

One’s own side need not be self-important.

Beside him, Su Yuniang was also watching the spectacle as an analysis party, analyzing the current national affairs:

"At the core, it’s all about resources and energy, with money you can amass troops."

"Even before the battle starts, the outcome is already 100% determined between the powerhouse of both sides."

"Because both launched high-dimensional avatars, battling numerous versions simultaneously, with larger scale, fewer accidents occur."

"The winner is bound to win, the loser is bound to lose."

"That’s why the battle between Xian and the three Immortal Venerates couldn’t be changed."

"Because no matter how many times they repeat the battle, using various means to fight, the outcome is destined."

"Therefore, they require other Immortal Venerates to intervene in their battle."

The Night Mad Cultivator also laughed along, "Indeed! We’re just watching, have you ever seen the painter take a loss?"

After everyone thought carefully, all shook their heads.

Calculated in detail, throughout history, Jiu Shui has suffered losses, frequently forced into coffin hibernation, leading him to always like sneak attacks from the coffin lid.

Xin Xichen suffering losses is quite normal too.

Even they at Xirong Manor often suffered losses, blacksmiths getting blood raided by natives, previously also being schemed by prehistoric Immortal Venerates.

Only the painter has never lost.

The closest to losing was during the incident when the Nine-State painter was first exposed.

At that time "he" was jointly killed by the era’s Jiu Shui, Xin Xichen, everyone worked together, but was that truly a loss?

He merely ascended at that moment, laid out plans in the Immortal Realm, settling a cause and effect.

When calculated in detail, each time the painter schemed, he always profited handsomely.

"Turns out we’re the extras, we’re secondary characters, the painter is the protagonist of this era." Everyone thought carefully and found it quite reasonable.