Chapter 1286: Creator God: Do You Dare Piss on My Head?

Did this person just steal an entire era?

The whole era is under his control.

The people of the world have become his followers.

Time flows to deduce the era for him.

The living beings in space are divided into regions and pastures by him.

The attributes of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are all at his disposal, ready to transform the world.

The more everyone thinks about it, the more they feel that at the source of the River of Time stands a terrifying supreme figure.

Similar to a painter deducing the era on a scroll, leaving some traps for the figures in the scroll to prevent rebellion?

Not only does the painter do this.

Even Ning Zheng uses servers to leave a hidden sect for his silly blacksmiths to prevent them from acting recklessly.

It also perfectly explains why the Immortal Venerates of life, space, and time, though high and eternal, would not clear the control after their death.

Because they are not Immortal Venerates now, just True Immortals!

Their authority is lent to them by others!

The conspirator behind the scenes is like a high and mighty Human God, this Puppet Master with ten fingers, controlling puppets… lending some of his Immortal Venerate seats to them for development and use.

The Night Emperor thought for a moment and continued to analyze:

“Perhaps this is why the Immortal Venerates of time, space, and life seem weaker.”

“As supreme beings of the same level, the three of them together can’t defeat Xian because Xian is the real Supreme Immortal Venerable, and they are just counterfeit empowered vessels.”

Ning Zheng definitely agreed with this analysis: “No wonder I always felt those Immortal Venerates had a sense of discord.”

Other blacksmiths also began discussing among themselves, feeling it made quite a bit of sense.

It solved their biggest confusion!

Why couldn’t the Oath Master and Heavenly Dao’s vow control the other Immortal Venerates? How did the other party control them?

If we change the logic around, what if those so-called Immortal Venerates were never Immortal Venerates to begin with?

Just a bunch of True Immortal Great Perfections with borrowed authority?

What a player!

Truly a master player!

A prehistoric Creator monopolizing the universe, treating the world like a toy.

The Night Emperor continued his analysis along the timeline: “And later, the conspirator behind the scenes repeatedly deduced the era in the sand table but missed a move and lost to Xian.”

“That conspirator should be constantly watching the sand table in the River of Time, preparing for talents to prove their Dao, then snatch it away.”

“Perhaps he never expected Xian to hide so deeply in the era, among too many beings, unable to watch over everyone, and suddenly Xian proved his Dao, catching him off guard and failing to attack successfully!”

“It could also be that Xian’s Venerable Position is special, mastering the fundamental principles of matter, making him resistant to possession, only partially succeeding.”

As the Night Emperor elaborated, Ning Zheng found this speculation quite reasonable.

The specific process was long lost in history, but from the results, Xian’s rise was definitely outside his calculations, very abrupt.

Although Xian was driven mad by him too, he left behind future troubles.

“Interesting, very interesting.”

Ning Zheng murmured thoughtfully: “Creator God? Creating the order of the River of Time, an ultimate being gathering most Venerable Positions?”

You could hear a pin drop.

This round of deduction was quite brilliant.

While the history seemed to have no clues, this deduction indeed unraveled a rough understanding, even guessing the other’s Divine Techniques.

Night Mad Cultivator continued:

“If this person truly exists, then he must be like Old Deng, the painter, who likes to wear masks, move through the eras, and even spearhead the times, guiding talents.”

“After all, he needs talents to appear and prove their Dao so he can capture the fruit of the great path. He surely exists in the guise of a genial master to help others, and his identity wouldn’t be too elevated, relatively moderate.”

“Perhaps in keeping with such an identity is Jiumu Qing or others, all are suspect.”

At this, the Night Emperor showed a hint of coldness, “But that is the identity of the [past], I have already identified one of his identities in the [future], precisely who.”

“Actually, it’s not hard to guess.”

“This conspirator behind the scenes is a scattered yet fused racial mechanism; I see Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate as quite resembling this genial master.”

“And he appears so ordinary, and even thought of siding with us earlier to help establish a new third force, which now seems consistent with his behavioral logic.”

“And if I were behind the scenes, sending three Immortal Venerates with a bunch of dogs to control the [future] isn’t secure. Surely I’d send an undercover person too.”

“Holy Spirit, indeed looks the part.”

Ning Zheng considered it a bit more and found it somewhat reasonable.

But he also knew the Night Emperor, this bird-man, was famous for boasting.

Whether these guesses hit or miss wasn’t his concern!

And the Night Emperor’s hit rate wasn’t high; the likelihood for blunders was quite large.

But my luck is good.

Maybe my good fortune will raise the Night Emperor’s guessing probability too?

No harm in trying, Ning Zheng thought, deciding to summon the captured Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate.

Inside the secret room of Xirong Manor, Zhongluan, Jiumu Qing, and Chang Zhen sat cross-legged.

Suddenly, there’s the sound of a door opening.

They watched as the genial Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate was taken by several blacksmiths straight out of his cell.

Soon enough, the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate was brought to the conference room.

Before Ning Zheng sitting on the chair in the high place spoke, a group of blacksmith cronies immediately shouted:

“Pseudo-Human King, your disguise has been exposed!”

“Don’t think we don’t know you’re pretending to be weak, retreating step by step, using three solitary Supreme Emperors as bait, tricking us into a [past] battle, then launching a sneak attack!”

“You Pseudo-human Calamity, you disgust me… earlier when we went to the Blue Star River Domain, you watched us like a joke, didn’t you?”

Everyone chimed in vocally.

But the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate looked questioning, with a face full of confusion, clearly uncertain of the events transpiring.

The blacksmiths also questioned their hearts, trusting Night Mad Cultivator’s reliability, wondering if it was a wrong guess but not stopping.

“You bastard.”

“Step out or I’m pissing on your head!”

“Will this work?”

“Why not? Remember how painter Old Deng hid so deeply? How did we force him out, confirm his identity?”

“Oh, Jiucai Rong wanted to piss on his portrait! Just as he was about to drop his pants, the painter went ballistic, exposed himself, uprooted the Chronicles of Time, exiling us to the adjacent Celestial Destiny World.”

“Can it work?”

“Certainly, these conspirators can’t endure such humiliation, lingering in the shadows. Would his dignity allow it?”

“Let me do it, my piss is sweet.”

“Let’s see, this hidden figure in history versus the painter, who can endure more.”

Amongst their chatter, a group of blacksmiths prepared for a grand move, with some cheeky ones taking off their pants by the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate.

But in the next second, it seemed countless branches of the Holy Spirit Race converged, showing a hint of eerie anger on the Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate’s face.

“You all…”

His figure stood quietly, looking at the crowd, like the calm before the storm, suppressing an erupting volcano, making the atmosphere painfully oppressive.