I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

Nine-State.

Yesterday’s Forest.

Colorful, lush flowers covered the earth.

The painter and his wife and daughter were relaxing in the garden.

"Mother, mother, I want to play with that blacksmith sister named Jiumu Qing today."

"Huh? Wasn’t yesterday’s dance with that Bottle-Storage grandpa unattractive?"

"It felt weird."

"Alright."

The gentle and virtuous wife and daughter were merrily chatting and playing.

Whether it was the Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate in a dance, Jiumu Qing responsible for crafting children’s toys, or the farmer Zhongluan...

They all were captured and painted as painters after many previous battles.

The heroic posture of Bottle-Storage Immortal Venerate in combat has been eternally imprinted on someone’s scroll.

"And today, there should be more painters."

The painter’s lips curled into a faint smile; suddenly, a violent vibration echoed across the entire Nine-State sky.

It seemed that a fierce battle had begun somewhere, alerting even the distant All Heavens and Myriad Realms of the Nine-State world to the vibrations.

Like stars rising in the foam of the Galactic River, a huge sun emerged!

That is the Immortal Realm.

Some weaker worlds don’t even know the coordinates of the Immortal Realm, but at this moment, every civilization feels the position of the Immortal Realm.

These lofty Immortal Venerates finally couldn’t resist starting a battle!

Fight.

Fight.

By doing so, they can capture their information, structure, divine techniques, spell operating principles, subtle body structures...

"Today is a birthday."

The painter picked up a brush and drawing roll, carefully painting an ancient battle image.

"Yet it is your birthday."

"Ten Thousand Beasts, End of the Dharma, Refining Cauldron, Nether Cauldron, Zhongluan, Muddy Yellow..."

He recited each name.

Countless dashed lines and real lines skillfully combined, forming intricate fractal structures, and the entire scroll kept morphing, seemingly undergoing some kind of deduction.

"Daddy." The little girl approached, curiously observing the scroll: "Is this my new playmate?"

"Yes."

The painter smiled as he patted the girl’s head, a myriad of complex logical operations flashed in his mind, thoughts wandering:

"Instigate a blood battle between two realms and draw these Immortal Venerates; the victory is complete, they may know I am painting them, but they must expose themselves."

This is inherently a strategic maneuver.

For Immortal Venerates, conspiracies cannot calculate accurately, especially since they inherently possess strong luck.

Only open conspiracies, conducting transactions openly and honestly, where I help you, and you help me, constitute the righteous path.

"The strength of the Immortal Venerates between two realms, their deep foundation, is beyond my interference."

"After all, even if I prepare for millions of years, my foundation is too thin compared to the thriving two realms."

"Unless our prehistoric era also has an Immortal Venerate as a pillar."

His thought fell on the vanished Zhongluan, muttering: "If it wasn’t for the one guarding the fortress watching, I really wouldn’t know you escaped to the past."

"But Zhongluan, I understand you better than yourself."

"Don’t disappoint me, quickly become the future Immortal Venerate, become the undying god of the Nine-State civilization."

...

...

No years in prehistoric times.

Zhongluan of the past traveled through each time segment, encountering various strange sights in the world, and embarked on enlightenment.

He learned fifteen kinds of great tao from this era, reaching the level of Perfect True Immortal in cultivation.

"Perfect True Immortal, so fast."

Wei seemed surprised, the corners of his lips slightly curved as he crossed his arms proudly: "Everyone knows the fifth Immortal Venerate of this world is yet to come."

"Yet they don’t know some obscure paths in this era must be realized through special media."

"Practice the Ten-Perfection Technique in the future, return to this era to prove the dao."

"So, will it be you?"

Wei’s eyes revealed a hint of coldness, "Alright then, I’ll give you a push; hopefully, the one in the future hasn’t misjudged you."

With that, Wei pointed with his finger forcefully, countless insights into the great dao and law rushed into his mind.

In an instant, the vast Tao rhymes and Heaven and Earth laws fiercely forced Zhongluan to death, re-emerging as Embers.

"To be reborn from death is the key to realizing this dao, and only unique individuals like you have the chance to prove it."

Zhongluan’s mind echoed with unprecedented enlightenment.

Do they naturally think?

Do raindrops ponder how fast they will fall to the ground?

Or do bolts of lightning ponder the pattern with which they pierce the sky?

They do not.

They absolutely do not.

Laws do not think.

Laws are simply laws.

Future Immortal Venerates master the dao, becoming individuals.

Prehistoric Immortal Venerates become the dao, transforming into celestial phenomena.

And if I want to become an Immortal Venerate, it’s not about comprehending the dao, but about pioneering the dao, becoming the dao... creating a dao not yet fully formed in this universe.

Look for this seed, perfect it, then... realize the dao.

Rather than in later times... become the dao.

Thus, I need to forget how to think, becoming the natural celestial phenomenon.

Wei’s eyes gleamed with a mysterious light: "Heaven, nature, life, death, reincarnation, on this stage, hopefully, you can comprehend a significant power."

"You continue to enlighten here, time’s about right, I have to leave."

"Some things must be done, so I cannot accompany you. I also believe you aren’t a lonely child needing companionship."

Wei spoke faintly, turning to leave.

Three thousand years later, Wei returned.

Formerly youthful, now bearing traces of age, as if stepping into middle age.