"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!!"

The iron smith was immediately pressed to the ground, unable to move, dumbfounded and scared witless.

Jiucai Rong was stunned, leading this action was a moment of heat in the head.

There were many factors involved.

First, he had just used this tactic, analyzing plans, pretending to be impressive against the air, and successfully deceived the Masked Emperor.

For these insidious behind-the-scenes figures, they might have various means to spy on you, so even if deceiving this Divine Window did not succeed, it was no loss. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Secondly, they were indeed heavily intoxicated.

A group of brothers boasting and drinking together, feeling dizzy, always wanting to do some face-saving things, so forming a team to put on a show was not really unusual, right?

This really drew out the behind-the-scenes boss.

Rumble!

The Divine Window flickered.

Gradually, human figures appeared on the transparent glass window.

And the figure on it looked like a window fogged by rainwater, very blurry, seemingly painting, creating an epic artwork directed at them.

The artist's expression was icy cold, how could he not guess these people were deceiving him?

But knowing it was an open strategy, he would still take action.

"Forget it, forget it, I originally wanted to prepare a bit more, to draw each of your portraits, perfect your charms, and replace your original selves... Now since you are so arrogant, I will send you on your way ahead of time."

In an instant, the ground shook and the mountains trembled.

The entire figure on the glass window lit up completely with a white glow.

The scene became clear, revealing an artist.

The artist seemed to be on the other side of the glass window, painting with a brush.

His indifferent voice came from high above:

"I don't know who you are, but everything ends here."

With this statement, everything in front of the iron smiths began to blur.

The Masked Emperor raised his head, feeling terrified, what kind of monster was this?

Is this the opponent of those ancestor demon gods? Is this the ancient black hand that crafted that Bronze Statue Emperor into the Chronicles of Time back in the day?

Crack!

The Imperial Mausoleum couldn't bear the weight of Heaven and Earth.

The world twisted, turning into strands of spaghetti, then into a stunning ink and oil painting.

"Help!"

"Help!"

"The artist, he's painting, surely the one who painted the Chronicles of Time!"

"The glass window, it was his picture frame! Trapped us in the era!"

"I knew it, he definitely had something off, that initial King defeated by Xian's bronze statue body was crafted into the Chronicles of Time by this guy!"

The iron smiths shouted, but it was to no avail.

...

In the East Sea Deep Valley.

A historical mural on a bronze statue shone with light, the world spun around, as if trapped in a never-ending vortex of dimensions.

"This is trouble."

Ning Zheng controlled the statue Emperor, wearing the golden armor of the Chronicles of Time, feeling the transformation of the entire body, he raised his head, suddenly seeing himself seemingly shrinking continuously, entering a picture frame.

He was like Monkey Sun, inexplicably entering Tathagata's palm.

In the sky, the giant divine being wielded a brush, painting with great zeal, overlooking Ning Zheng:

"Your destiny is decreasing, giving me an opportunity I could seize, with a sense of intuition, I finally captured this chance, intended to wait a bit longer, but you... went too far, life and death victories always have a boundary, a powerhouse's dignity cannot be insulted."

"Sorry, they fused with embers from ancient times to today, their nerves are abnormal, coupled with drinking too much." Ning Zheng looked at him, expression calm, "What do you want to do?"

"Dealing with someone like you who holds Qi Fortune Divine Power is truly troublesome."

The artist said indifferently, "Honestly, who you are... is irrelevant, even if you are him, resurrected from embers, merged with similar embers continually, you are already just a similar flower."

"You have threatened the future I have planned."

...

[Current Qi Fortune Value: 0.11 billion]

Ning Zheng silently looked at the sky, originally thinking the other party would appear at the last moment.

But considering for a moment, it made sense, the other party wasn't stupid, how could he wait for you to excavate the Imperial Mausoleum, step by step find out his historical roots, abilities, then have a final showdown with you?

Of course, he would block the entrance to your Newbie Village, not letting you develop, directly crushing you!

And Ning Zheng himself was too visible!

Pretending to be the ancient black hand, defeating Xian's initial King, in the eyes of some hidden existences, was already a thorn in the side.

And this person surely had a similar Qi Fortune related divine power, able to sense destiny to some extent, intuitively feeling... Ning Zheng's fortune was decreasing, time to act.

So, he lurked in the dark, decisively took action.

Understanding the cause and effect, Ning Zheng's expression became heavy.

Luckily, he did not listen to Jiucai Rong's suggestion to move the Sword Casting Manor headquarters into the [Chronicles of Time], otherwise they would all have been wiped out now!

"I'll send you to another world, to harm others..."

With a swoosh.

The entire East Sea Valley, the Chronicles of Time, the Bronze Statue Emperor, and even the Adventure Town inside suddenly vanished into thin air.

Rustle, rustle.

The water flowed turbulently as it faced the empty valley.

The painter revealed a hint of emotion, "Though I do not know if you are truly him, it is no longer my concern... Instead, the lands you conquered will now serve my purpose!"

"However, your disappearance is likely to attract the attention of the entire Nine-State Four Seas."

He took out a portfolio of paintings.

He had already prepared for this.

Ordinary painters can depict the outside, but not the essence.

His Divine Techniques allowed him to paint people's embers.

He flipped open the first page.

It was a mural of the Longevity Imperial Mausoleum, with every individual vividly depicted, including those infant Emperors...

The second page showed a mural from the Divine Statue Era, also lifelike, even depicting another Masked Emperor and Gale Emperor....

For each era, he would create portraits for those formidable figures.

He could always take out their replicas, Emperor Two, Emperor Three...

Rustle, rustle.

Substitute Emperors from the Longevity Dynasty and the Divine Statue Era appeared, replacing the original position of the Chronicles of Time.

Now he took his savings and recreated a new mausoleum, replacing the batch of Demon Gods that had been sent away from the [Chronicles of Time], without the outside world noticing.

Just like a true or false Leiyin Temple.

He painted a fake one...send the real one away, who could tell?

He even spent considerable Heart Power during this time to paint that super fusion behemoth—the Bronze Statue Emperor.

Additionally, he painted out each and every ember cultivator.

Jiucai Rong, Night Mad Cultivator, Shao Chaikun...these blacksmiths' embers were painted completely.

"Ah ah ah, what happened?"

The painted Jiucai Rong looked bewildered, glancing around.

However, the painted embers were not the original; they were deficient, possessing the original's Divine Techniques, personality, talent, habits... but most of their memory was missing.

Originally, he intended to continue his paintings, perfecting his artwork in secret.

But now...

His premature actions had left some imperfections.

"Forget it, forget it, imperfection is just that," the painter said indifferently.

Jiucai Rong looked bewildered at the surroundings.

"From now on, I am your leader," the painter declared calmly, a smile playing on his lips.

He had observed these individuals' strength.

Outwitting Xin Xichen, launching a barrage of true and false calculations, and ultimately seizing the Chronicles of Time!

Now, calculating against the Masked Emperor was even more astonishing!

This kindled his desire for talented individuals, prompting him to patiently paint them in secret, painting Jiucai Rong, Night Mad Cultivator... and even that formidable Bronze Statue Emperor in its other forms, Giant Shell Demon God Ancestor, Water Deer Demon God Ancestor....

Yes.

Even that Bronze Statue Emperor was painted by him, now at his disposal!

This Demon God faction's strength would now belong to him!

Whether they were real or fake, he couldn't care less.

Cockoo lays eggs in the sparrow's nest, replaced youngling as Crown Prince...

Who's able to see through this trick?

Soon, the Adventure Town, and even those who had allied with the Masked Emperor and the rest, joined the Ancestor Demon God faction under his control.

"The more the enemy painstakingly strengthens...the stronger I become," the painter smiled at these painted cultivators, saying, "Show us your combat power, Divine Techniques, and prowess."

He pointed to Jiucai Rong.

"Huh?" Jiucai Rong blinked, "I should perform? Okay."

A while later, a hint of frustration crossed his face.

Wrong.

This person might not excel in combat.

Then, he pointed to the Ancient Bronze Statue Emperor, "Switch to the Lei Gong form."

This Bronze Statue Emperor repeatedly changed forms, thrashing the Nine-State powerhouses, compelling admiration.

Amazingly impressive and powerful.

Thus, he expended vast resources, countless Heart Power, to depict them.

Soon, 'Daojiu' Lei Gong form came online.

"Master, what do you want me to do?"

"Combat, don't worry, my Lightning Five-Chain Whip is formidable!"

"Whack, whack! Whoosh, whoosh!~"

Very soon.

The painter was lost in thought, watching these Ancestor Demon God embers laughing maniacally, running around.

What kind of copied creatures have I painted?

Can I truly rely on them to impersonate the original Adventure Town and the Ancestor Demon God faction?