Chapter 1275 - 355: The Painter’s Dominance and Arrogance

Chapter 1275: Chapter 355: The Painter’s Dominance and Arrogance

The battle has officially begun.

In the sky, it was as if divine spirits descended from the past.

A closer look revealed it was Immortal Venerable Changzhen, Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate, Venerable Zhongluan, Jiumu Qing Immortal Venerate... a group of old acquaintances, along with some unfamiliar top powerhouses, all exuding powerful auras.

Evidently, the prehistoric River of Time is boundless, and during this period, they have "dug up" a group of geniuses.

"Bold painter!"

Immortal Venerable Changzhen donned golden armor, wore a crown of auspicious gold, and had cloud-stepping boots with dragon patterns, standing at the foremost position as the premier general.

Behind him were various top powerhouses.

Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate was responsible for overseeing the formation of a great array of Holy Spirit circulation.

Venerable Zhongluan oversaw the overlapping array patterns within it.

Jiumu Qing was in charge of the magical treasures at various formation eyes.

"What a lineup."

The painter lightly sighed, clapping and laughing, a cold voice echoing, "Changzhen, why is it you again? Lost last time, still want to lose a second time?"

"Or perhaps, you prehistoric folks... truly have no one left to use?"

Listening to the painter’s words, Immortal Venerable Changzhen showed no joy or sadness, "Losing last time was not due to our fighting faults, but external forces."

He did not believe he lost last time.

Even if it was a loss, it was another version of himself from a parallel space-time that lost, not the current self.

And this time, there was no Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate...

The ultimate combat power of both sides was at the level of Extreme Path Immortal Venerable.

With the limit locked, who wins or loses this battle is still uncertain.

Before coming, they had already analyzed it very clearly.

[Past] Advantage: Possessing ten times the mass and energy, can instantly create more Immortal Venerable avatars and descend here.

[Future] Advantage: Fighting on home ground, with fewer troops, but any fallen enemy powerhouses here can be immediately recycled to create more powerhouses.

If given the chance, it could instead turn the arriving enemy powerhouses into our battle strength.

"Enough talk."

"Let’s begin."

The painter reached out and painted, and one by one, mythical historical figures descended from two-dimensional scrolls, transforming into three-dimensional beings, their endless fighting spirit shrouding the entire future.

"Strike!"

Immortal Venerable Changzhen sneered.

There was nothing left for both sides to discuss, and this time, the other side didn’t even bother with a declaration of war, as it was completely unnecessary.

To the once immortals of the past, the future was entirely corrupted, not worth saving!

Words held no meaning anymore because they intended to completely destroy this future.

Even though the gravitational mechanics of time may continue to let matter slip away, giving birth to a new future.

"But that new future will be under our control."

Boom!

All sorts of particles in the air became violent, spurring waves of energy.

Endless high-energy dust and material ashes wafted through various timelines, covering the top of the entire parallel dragon boat, turning everything into a shade of gray.

The entire multi-dimensional timeline finally ushered in the most chaotic era in history, where time and space were most broken, and heaven and earth most chaotic.

A war between both sides erupted.

Each powerhouse paired with another, attacking and defending.

This group of powered-up powerhouses was fighting against another group of powered-up powerhouses.

"You will lose."

Immortal Venerable Changzhen coldly stated, "You are too arrogant, without Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate this time, with equal strength, the [Future]... is too insignificant! A destitute, barren place no bigger than a palm, lacking in resources, can it stir up any waves?"

The painter chuckled lightly, exhaled, and said:

"I have said, I never yearned to win, because the future is of infinite possibilities, I do not know whether I will win in the future... Precisely because of the unknown fate, there lies its charm, isn’t it?"

Madman!

Immortal Venerable Changzhen silently cursed in his heart.

Does he really have no plan?

Is he really just acting on a whim?

Such a mad dog speaking such words, it’s as if seeing two gossips quarreling on the street, suddenly wanting to watch them argue more fervently, shouting: Fight, fight, boring, I want to see a river of blood.

But merely from an impulsive thought, he wants to instigate a war of ultra-wide domain impact across an entire dimension?

"How can there be such a person in this world." Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate, an old good man, wiped the sweat from his forehead, as if seeing a madman who disregards rules, acting recklessly based purely on personal interest.

"The future is lost or won, not for me to judge."

The painter continued holding his brush, calmly speaking:

"I am just a painter, I never intended to participate in combat, and none of my divine techniques are suitable for battle, I am merely a scholar with no power to restrain a chicken."

"And the opponents you face are infinite futures."

"Next, you will fight against the [Infinite], the infinite possibilities of countless parallel worlds, I will paint, they will resist you."

In that instant, numerous powerhouses were created alongside dimensions.

And under the painter’s brush, more painters appeared, painting out new secret histories thrown into battle.

These histories would not realize they were created within a second.

In their understanding of all heavens and myriad realms, they have truly existed for over 15 million years, with countless epic stories.

"What happened, how did an Outer Heaven Heavenly Demon get born?" In a new doomsday timeline, End of Dharma Monarch abruptly stood up, an endless pressure emanating around him, "There is actually another world outside?"

"Who, who is attacking my Dynasty!" On a brand new timeline, endless holy white radiance fell as Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate stood up.

Each new secret history, countless possibilities, every line expanding.

Whoosh!

An endless golden light was cast down.

Above countless parallel all heavens and myriad realms, a figure resembling a human god suddenly appeared.

He seemed like the ruler of all painters, akin to a conductor on the stage of a symphony orchestra, directing the painting of lines.

This venerable god’s voice spread throughout all heavens and myriad realms.

"Everyone, the entire multiverse is facing an unprecedented great crisis, the enemy has invaded us without scruple, without reason, with utmost cruelty."

"Our history of over fifteen million years in the future is about to be destroyed, please resist the invaders."

The painter kindly addressed each of the newly born timelines:

"I know it is difficult, maybe there is only a one in ten thousand chance for us to win, or even less."

"But please advance bravely, create endless possibilities with the future."

"If we lose, we will face death, you wouldn’t want your world to be destroyed either, would you?"

The painter’s voice fell.

The entire all heavens and myriad realms boiled over.

In their low-dimensional perspective, they never considered themselves as being created.

They thought they were a super all heavens world existed for over a million years, suddenly encountering a strange voice telling them to resist.

Outrageous!

Incomprehensible!

While they were pondering which madman was acting out, they saw the dimension being torn apart, saw other parallel worlds, and a sky-covering army with intense killing intent directed at them.

A being calling itself "Immortal Venerable Changzhen" full of murderous intent pointed at powerhouses on one timeline and snorted, "Will you bow your heads willingly, or shall I help you?"

"What happened?"

"Crazy? Why are there enemy attacks?"

"No!"

"What happened, so, what on earth happened?"

...

Ning Zheng watched, eyebrows twitching.

The painter is really a scoundrel of the human world.

Ning Zheng always knew the painter wasn’t lying, he had no assurance of winning.

Because, to a painter, knowing the final outcome of the battle, would be very dull... merely wishing to watch fireworks, simply wants to enjoy and witness the process of the unknown.

Just wants to see you roaring, striving, and the blood-splattered heroes fighting against decay, forming an eternal painting!

What he desires, never was the script, as what the script records was never the truest painting.

What?

Why should we, be the heroes of the times, to resist the decayed existence of the past?

Painter: Let me help you.

I paint you all, then leave the rest to your own efforts...

These unfortunate children were thus thrown into the fray.