Chapter 1290: Tyrant

The way of warfare, attacking the heart is superior, attacking cities is inferior.

The words of Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate indeed struck Ning Zheng hard.

“This guy probably thought it through long ago, how to strike me step by step…” Ning Zheng was somewhat speechless, “He is watching us… no, he is watching the painter’s joke.”

Indeed.

Conquering the world is easy, defending it is hard!

You don’t like overthrowing me, do you? Then I’ll throw my territories to the future, let you see the joke!

And how should we handle it?

Resources in the universe will accumulate and flow into the hands of powerhouses at the top of the pyramid.

This is beyond Time Gravitational Theory; it’s Powerhouse Gravitational Theory.

Our future, no matter the methods used, even through establishing various tribulations and heavenly punishments… must regularly clear batch after batch of top-tier civilizations.

This is inseparable from the essence of Destruction God.

And killing will inevitably lead to resistance…

We are pushing ourselves to the opposite side of every young powerhouse.

What difference do we have with another prehistoric Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate?

In fact, we are doing worse!

Because Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerate as Destruction God managed to guard the era.

And us?

We are a group of Extreme Me Immortal Venerates, unable to suppress a group of same-level Extreme Me Immortal Venerates…

“Even though we now still have ways to kill this batch of suspicious folks, even the next batch, the next-next batch…”

“But they, will definitely label us as decayed and evil dark rulers, while they become heroes with unyielding spirit, marching forth… occupying moral high ground, overthrowing us Destruction Gods.”

This isn’t what Ning Zheng wants.

If this happens, what difference is there between what I do and what the prehistoric behind-the-scenes manipulator did?

I was like a keyboard politician, engaging in lofty discussions, debating politics, pointing fingers, claiming how corrupt, decadent, brutal, and incompetent the regime is…

When you truly sit in that position, you’ll find yourself at a loss, even lacking the privilege of incompetence!

Attacking the heart reigns supreme, he indeed struck Ning Zheng’s soft spot.

Battles between both forces have already begun, and he started with psychological warfare, coming here again and again to expound his philosophy.

—It’s over! I’m about to turn into the second Xin Xichen bewitched by them!

Moreover, the longer we hold on, the more likely we will lose!

I always hindered their path to attain Dao, breaking through to Creation and Auspicious Immortal Venerates.

But those positions just remain vacant.

Now we have two options:

1. The two of us prove our Dao and return to the past, then commence a decisive battle with the past!

But can we win the decisive battle?

No, we can’t.

2. We don’t prove our Dao.

Yet those two vacancies remain, and as the timeline stretches infinitely… eventually someone will bypass us and prove Dao secretly.

At that point, aren’t we just another bitter Immortal Venerable Changzhen, arrogant, not taking the Venerable Position, then watching helplessly as our seats are seized?

Neither choice is good; both are dead ends.

“It’s very frustrating; these beings don’t like physical combat, and all use their minds to fight… they strategize the world, using the masses as pawns in a game of mutual contention.”

Ning Zheng pondered, realizing none of these old schemers were good, all liking to pull strings behind the scenes and trap people.

He directly found the painter and asked what he planned to do.

“Kill!”

“Which civilizations intend to rebel against us? Kill them all, rebel one, kill one; rebel a group, kill a group.” The painter responded calmly.

Ning Zheng: “…”

Just now, Holy Spirit Immortal Venerate said it’s because we’re good people, Destruction Gods, that they bully us and wish to rebel.

You’re slapping faces here.

“After killing them, what then?” Ning Zheng asked.

The painter’s expression was serene, yet his words were chilling with murderous intent:

“Keep killing, I just want to see fireworks, regardless of whose fireworks they are… The heroes of the era, roaring as they rush at me, are also worthy of being recorded as beautiful pieces of art.”

Ning Zheng immediately felt a headache.

True to being an eccentric painter, his solution is simple and aligns with his own desires.

“But the longer we hold on, the more likely we will lose.”

Ning Zheng patiently advised, “Future is full of infinite possibilities… the same level will eventually kill you, the painter, and overthrow you.”

“I’ll address it when the time comes.” the painter responded lightly, seemingly unconcerned.

“But perhaps it won’t be long before you can’t hold on anymore? A thousand years later? Two thousand years later? Converted to our perspective, that’s ten days? Twenty days?”

Ning Zheng said, “Now attacks and defenses are interchangeable. Do you think the prehistoric schemers will not lay out within the era, sponsor powerhouses one by one, to overthrow you? Attack you?”

The painter apparently anticipated this long ago, “Can’t fend it off, then can’t fend it off. At that time then prove Dao, let you accompany me to take a journey to the past.”

Ning Zheng was speechless.

What kind of eccentric have I ended up with?

Seeing Ning Zheng somewhat dumbfounded, the painter still offered some assurance, “Don’t worry, over at Xian, I have ways to restore sanity, we still have a Supreme Immortal Venerable on our side.”

Then the painter said: “Don’t think I’m just delaying time waiting for death; I’m delaying to find more winning chances, to see if Destiny Immortal Venerate exists…”

“I’m just a dark and evil tyrant; it’s possible Destiny Immortal Venerate will truly emerge from infinite future, as one of the heroes of a new era, coming over to kill me?”

Ning Zheng stopped speaking; obviously the painter had already prepared everything, appearing crazy but actually being meticulous in madness.

A hundred years later.

Powerhouses began to emerge in large numbers, the entire world started to undergo change, and a massive rebellion army rose from different places.

White Text Nebula, Fan Water Nebula… All top civilizations declared independence from “Mount of Gods” on the same day, announcing their independence and their wish to overthrow the evil painter.

That’s human nature.

Hero and tyrant, just titles traded.

But the painter wasn’t proud or impatient, even ignoring Night Emperor’s advice for the first time, “Don’t rush, let them develop a while. I want to see braver, stronger, passionate heroes, wielding blades against me.”

Three hundred years later.

Countless civilizations began to rebel, large numbers of Extreme Me Immortal Venerates thoroughly formed a system, started to join forces to assassinate the painter, and the painter was stabbed again and again.

“Is this all the rebellion from this realm?”

Painters’ powerful subordinates easily suppressed them; 60% of the top civilizations in the entire world suffered devastating blows, 30% of the timelines were destroyed as a result.

“Weak, too weak!”

“Next time…”

Fifteen hundred years later.

In merely over a thousand years, the heavens and earth restored its ecology, with many powerhouses appearing again.

And due to the fragments of shattered timelines forming the Secret Realm, the entire era of All Heavens and Myriad Realms set off a mighty wave of Secret Realm exploration.

Eighteen hundred years later.

Humans once again felt the tyranny of the tyrant, as the painter destroyed several rapidly expanding top civilizations again.

“He must be dissatisfied with us, afraid of us!”

“So intolerant, once slightly stronger, intends to kill us!”

Under the instigation of some people, some powerhouses began to hibernate, some collecting the power of destiny, trying to walk Ning Zheng’s path of Auspicious Immortal Venerate.

Some began learning to draw, painting painters, trying to follow the path of Creation Immortal Venerate.

“It’s definitely possible! We can definitely win! They previously used batch after batch of Half-Immortal Venerates, pushing the enemy… Now as long as we become Half-Immortal Venerates, we can push them!”

Countless people harbored ill intentions, starting to conceive various malicious thoughts towards the painter.

The whole world, thoroughly chaotic.