Chapter 1283: Prehistoric Pseudo-humans, The Truth of Ancestral Human Biography

The other side.

The River of Time has completely dried up.

The riverbed dried up, as if triggering an unprecedented drought disaster, even the Divine Mountain, manor, pavilion, flowers, and trees, the caged Immortal Fruit orchards by the riverbank, have all started to decline.

It’s like a village in famine, utterly dilapidated, with no greenery in sight.

“It’s all gone, all gone.”

Time Immortal Venerate looked on desolately, watching silently as everything vanished, even the last patch of grass rapidly turned yellow, withered, and transformed into thin, wind-blown sand, absorbed by the [Future].

After all.

Time is flowing.

Everything in the past will wither, rushing towards the future.

At this moment, the only energy left on the various Immortal Venerates was jointly suppressing about 30%.

“Everyone, the tide has turned. Shall we stand here, waiting for their return for the decisive battle?” Time Immortal Venerate suddenly asked.

“We carry 30% of the universe’s matter, they won’t forsake retrieving it.” Space Immortal Venerate replied coldly, “But our chances of winning aren’t great.”

“Indeed, all we can do is wait; the initiative is theirs. Once they’re fully prepared, it indicates their winning probability is high.”

“Those Immortal Venerates probably have begun to betray us behind the scenes.” Life Immortal Venerate said with utmost calm, showing a touch of weathered sentiment, “Unexpected, despite our diligence, this day has finally come.”

They aren’t dying at the hands of the enemy, but to the tide of the era, the changes of Heaven and Earth!

They are… dying to the future.

Just like the painter said, he won’t personally strike, only use the infinite future to combat you.

The era has changed.

The environment is no longer on their side.

The future is the mainstream; they are the ones being eliminated.

And they feel extremely aggrieved, uncomfortable, angry!

The moment of battling Xian in the [present], the five Immortal Venerates from the future hadn’t fully appeared, yet they already drained part of their foundation!

Once the five fully appear, can they still win?

The answer is clear.

“Alas.” Time Immortal Venerate sighed lightly, “Our dynasty will ultimately vanish from history.”

The three last Monarchs only feel endless frustration.

They cannot strike personally, only mobilize soldiers again and again to kill enemies to the best of their ability.

But they can’t possibly kill them all.

With everyone betraying, enemies are everywhere in sight.

The panic-stricken ministers are about to open doors to meet the enemy.

Only the three of them, lonely last Emperors, watch as the overwhelming rebels shout to overthrow this evil and corruption.

An immeasurable sense of desolation rushes in like a tide, seemingly ready to engulf the three of them.

“It’s not a crime of war, not a crime of war…” Life Immortal Venerate gently closed his eyes, sighed softly, “Heaven and Earth seem to be forsaking us.”

Space Immortal Venerate said, “Let them come, maybe it’s time for us to have a dignified curtain call.”

They stood silently beside the riverbank.

Watching the upstream dry up, the future river flowing ceaselessly, radiating endless youth and vitality.

It’s the boundless future!

…

Future.

At Xirong Manor, Ning Zheng quietly idled and snacked, watching the powerhouse lead the charge, feeling carried away, enjoying the feeling of latching onto power.

But at this moment, the painter arrived personally.

This painter, however, seemed exceptionally different.

Giving off a youthful, civilized, energetic vibe.

At Ning Zheng’s level sensing unexpectedly sharply, seemingly like a young man in his early thirties.

Ning Zheng recalled the painter saying he’d celebrate his thirtieth birthday, couldn’t help but show a hint of surprise, “Are you the real painter?”

The painter smiled warmly, “It’s me.”

“Finally seeing you for the first time.”

Ning Zheng poured him a cup of tea, grew interested, “You’re unusual, why did you leave? Why would you leave? Do you think you’ve achieved your goals, the old dynasty’s tide has turned, preparing to ascend the throne? Our leader? Our Nine-State lineage’s future Monarch? Foremost Immortal God?”

“Or perhaps [now], no one can threaten you anymore? Hence revealing your true self so openly?”

The painter was a young man in his thirties, said indifferently, “Can you threaten me?”

“You can kill me like swatting a fly.” Ning Zheng admitted.

This isn’t a lie.

The mess of wild history he created, a heap of unruly top powerhouses, is too formidable, who could defeat them?

Unless he breaks through to Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate.

“Why are you still worried encountering you, with victory assured.” Ning Zheng showed a hint of confusion, “Your calculations, arrangements, step-by-step with grandeur overwhelming the enemy, they just can’t stop it!”

Honestly, Ning Zheng, this idle-type cultivator, originally had no empire dreams.

Feels fine letting the painter become the new Emperor of the Multiverse, taking a Vassal King position is also good.

If he truly had management desires, he wouldn’t allow Jiucai Rong such authority.

Being a Carefree Prince is nice too.

Moreover, while the painter is crazy, loves fireworks, is a killing maniac, he’s kind to his own.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t want to eternally preserve appearances, painting tearless eyes.

He kills, wears green hats, ambushes, loves fun, is a war-maniac, but is just a slightly extreme good person, isn’t that fine?

Overall, the painter ascending is quite good.

“Do you really think you’ve won?” the painter showed a hint of emotion, “In your view, who in Nine-State history do I resemble now?”

Ning Zheng raised his eyebrows, “You’re emulating Jiu Shui’s act, going to overthrow Xin Dynasty’s old regime, preparing to storm the Nursery’s Capital City for the final battle.”

“Then do you know, what is the essence of the Xin Family Dynasty, Jiu Shui face-off?” the painter smiled coldly.

“Of course, the truth is: Jiu Shui’s real target is to overthrow the pseudo-human Era Dynasty, to establish humanity’s true era of freedom.”

Ning Zheng said lightly, “Since ancient times, up to Xin Dynasty, all humanity has long been parasitized by the pseudo-human race… even by Xin Dynasty period, not even the Xin Royal Family knows they’re pseudo-humans.”

Wait.

Does the painter mean…

The entire era prior was parasitized by some “pseudo-humans”? Even the three Immortal Venerates, other Immortal Venerates, each sovereign era up to now unknowingly?

The painter said lightly:

“I said before, the entire history’s truth is written into Nine-State’s history, Ancestral Human Biography’s story is exactly the entire past’s’s story.”

Ning Zheng’s Heart Mind was shaken, his face changed drastically.

Now he fully realized!

In the story, pseudo-human, has been the main body of Ancestral Human Biography… Ancestral Human’s main line has been battling a mysterious terrifying mimic race: pseudo-human.

The Human Ancestor went mad… because through hardships, the Human Ancestor discovered the entire world unknowingly turned into pseudo-humans… controlled by some species, possessed.

also went mad, could it be…

‘s repeated struggles suggest the entire past was covertly parasitized by some terrifying “pseudo-human”?

The more Ning Zheng thought, the scarier it became.

The painter already wrote all of history onto the era; it’s not even a metaphor.

With the painter’s forthright style, he already revealed the historical truth! The answer is right on the surface!

Only the truth is too terrifying, who would make the connection? Those are Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerates, part of Heaven and Earth, even they got parasitized by some pseudo-humans?

The painter chuckled, coldly said, “I already told you, this battle is extraordinary, the three Immortal Venerates are just a facade, they don’t even know they’re pseudo-humans… they’re controlled by someone Human God.”