Chapter 1276 - 356: The World Is Full of Tauren

Chapter 1276: Chapter 356: The World Is Full of Tauren

Rumble!

Before anyone could react, some unofficial histories were wiped out by a sudden assault.

The heavens and earth collapsed, bringing forth a hell on earth. Countless worlds perished, civilians vanished, and all things turned to nothingness.

"No!" With painful and angry growls, the powerhouses of the era began to stop the invasion of those strong figures from the "past".

Rustle!

Almost every moment, new cannon fodder—unofficial histories—were sent to the frontlines, tossed out like miscellaneous fish.

Endless timelines were born every minute and second, sent to the battlefield.

Resistance meant being killed.

Struggling also meant being killed.

Surrendering even led to a purge.

One by one, various futures forced out by time were brutally suppressed.

"Don’t die, none of you—" An Emperor Jiushui from a certain unofficial history was lifted and brutally torn to death by Immortal Venerable Changzhen.

"Are you another me? Why must we fight?" An ultimate Holy Spirit from the Holy Spirit Heavens, gathering the will of many Holy Spirits to fight, was torn into a blood mist.

Endless timelines were at war, with countless powerhouses fighting. It was a super-large-scale broad-range operation.

"So boring, this is not right."

"The timelines we draw, they are too vulnerable. Without prior preparation, warfare is too abrupt for them."

The Painter thought for a moment and captured a young man from a destroyed timeline:

"You there, from this world of the Night Mad Cultivator, transmigrate fifteen million years back in your world and tell them that fifteen million years later, enemies will invade from beyond the sky. Can you do it?"

"Me? Me?" The young man looked at the battered world, emanating despair and fear, "If possible, if life could restart..."

"Then go," the Painter tilted his head and said, "I hope you can show me something interesting, understood?"

The Painter used data from the opposing timeline and, based on the opening characters from Embers, created the same timeline and sent the young man fifteen million years into the past.

History was reshaped.

But not by time.

Rather, it was reshaped by painting... an alternative way.

Boom boom boom!

Countless golden lights shone, substances were swept and molded, creating a grand historical spectacle.

A whole new timeline was altered by the Transmigrator, and this Transmigrator—Night Mad Cultivator—armed with advanced technology from the future and the doomsday scenes once witnessed, commenced his struggle.

Rustle!

In this space-time, the spirit of the Night Mad Cultivator, who witnessed despair, became unstable, turning into a madman, becoming history’s greatest tyrant.

Resources from all eras were feverishly extracted to prepare for war, training vast armies.

In every era, powerhouses marched; people yearned to overthrow tyranny, living in a hellish world.

But the Night Emperor knew that to prevent welcoming hell... he must first turn the entire world into hell.

Fifteen million years of long and arduous history rapidly passed, yet in the eyes of outsiders, it was but a second.

Rustle.

The sky suddenly tore open a crack.

In this world, the populace and powerhouses alike gathered.

"Was the Night Emperor right?"

"Is this truly the prophesied apocalypse moment?"

"Is the sky really torn?"

A Star Official overseeing All Heavens and Myriad Realms looked at the sky’s crack, incredulous:

"Hmm? A super high energy level reaction from beyond the sky? Unprecedented? Is it Extreme Path Immortal Venerable, one, two, thousands, more... but how is that possible!?"

"Enemies come from the heavens."

The Night Emperor showed a trace of hatred, looking beyond the firmament, "Waited a long time for this day, to repay the torment of this hell with doubled pain upon you."

With an angry roar, the Night Emperor leaped, holding the Divine Sun and Moon Sword, slashing at the enemy.

This leaping heroic scene seemed to eternally fixate on the painting scroll, becoming an everlasting legendary influence.

"Oh?"

An Immortal Venerable Changzhen, responsible for clearing this galactic area and having wiped out countless beings, expressed indifference but was surprised to see the Night Emperor coming at him.

Boom!

This timeline finally displayed a force of resistance.

With military readiness developed over fifteen million years, the Night Emperor, continuously reflecting on the opponent’s techniques and Divine Techniques from that catastrophe, finally devised an effective response.

Kill!

A timeline emerged, relieving part of the frontline pressure.

"Very good."

The Painter, witnessing this scene, coldly said, "This is the infinite possibility of the future... and I, as the God governing the future, merely need to witness their stories."

Next to them, a voice consulting Night Mad Cultivator spoke: "My lord, draw more of my Transmigrators, send them to the past to suffer, I enjoy watching that!"

Beside him, the Painter Su Yuniang also said:

"Lord, me too, I want one in a Parallel Space-Time to witness despair, suffer, return to the past, I will become a queen, exuding confidence."

Jiucai Rong: "Me too!"

"Everyone has a part, everyone gets a share, infinite possibilities, infinite you, infinite futures..." the Painter smiled.

Picking up the paintbrush, he began to draw, creating one Transmigrator after another, repeating the Night Emperor’s maneuvers.

Rustle~

Almost every destroyed timeline retained a few survivors, sent to transmigrate fifteen million years into the past for preparation.

Remodel after remodel, destruction after destruction, time-travel after time-travel.

"This is truly hell on earth."

From afar, observing the endless flames and explosions, hysterical roars, Ning Zheng sighed:

"Every heroic anthem is nurtured in blood and tears."

"People after history only see the pride and bravery within, often neglecting the blood and tears, and the suffering of the era’s ordinary people."

...

Watching the scene, a group of blacksmiths from Xi Rong found the current Painter’s work terrifyingly explosive.

Creating timelines as if a god of creation... it shook people’s hearts.

Night Mad Cultivator couldn’t help but grumble: "Had we known, we would’ve pledged allegiance to the Painter’s main character."

Su Yuniang added:

"This game is so free and unrestrained, factions chosen as desired. Did we choose the wrong path before? Shouldn’t we have sided with Jiu Shui and Xin Xichen in exposing the Painter’s plots in the Nine-State?"

"In hindsight, we should have aided the Painter, helped him secretly manipulate the entire era! In this way, the Painter would be our boss, and we’d be on the main character’s big ship!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

The Painter is the sly protagonist in classic novels, the ruthless mastermind behind the scenes.

But Shao Chaikun said: "Have you forgotten something else? The Painter’s recent war declaration and prior strategies, battle style, isn’t it very similar to our Xirong Manor?"

"Isn’t this repeated sending of Transmigrators much like us?"

"Brothers, wake up! We ’Xirong Manor’ long since pledged allegiance, contributing our light and heat, and boarded the main character’s big ship."

Everyone’s face darkened.

——We were drawn by the Painter.

We already have another us over there.

Perhaps daily jokingly moving bricks, forging, working for them.

The Painter is, after all... the Xirong Manor Master there.

Everyone stared at each other, unable to utter a word, until finally, Jiucai Rong sighed:

"This world is full of Tauren, this Painter, truly embodies the spirit of Xi Rong."