I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players

This is from the ancient Time Immortal Venerate, the voice traversing the temporal fissure of the river of time, reaching the future:

"You should know, even if they, the Netherworld, win, it’s merely internal conflict; you, Xian, in the future are almost extinct, you can’t change anything, Xian is destined to be a loser, unable to defeat the three of us."

The Immortal Realm and Netherworld are too powerful.

This battle is still essentially an internal conflict, even with the painter as a catalyst.

The painter waved the brush in the sky and laughed: "Who said that I intend to save Xian?"

"So that’s how it is." The Time Immortal Venerate suddenly realized.

The Xian before him was one whose will had been altered.

Born as a gentle, kind, soft scholar, Xian who let the world kill him.

He too was killed by his own kindness...but was unique. By chance, he researched the path of Embers, and was resurrected after being killed.

A super anomaly among Xian who died by suicide.

Perhaps the only Xian who survived after suicide.

The Time Immortal Venerate’s voice carried a hint of cold indifference, "Not only has the Netherworld lost control, you as Xian have also lost control, losing your original intent, the methods of the past indeed killed most of the Xian."

"So, child." The Time Immortal Venerate’s voice carried a condescending tone, "Whatever you desire, I will grant it. I shall permit you entry to either the Immortal Realm or Netherworld, treated with respect, becoming one of the highest existences in this cosmos, equal in status to the Holy Spirits."

The painter’s expression was extremely calm, speaking to himself: "I was born until now, soon to be thirty years old, today is my birthday, I’ve heard some say thirty signifies stability, so I chose today to release a birthday firework, to let the entire universe celebrate my birth."

"I’m still young, I have aspirations for the world, a love for life; do you know what my dream is?"

With these words, the forces of the Immortal Realm and Netherworld exploded.

"Crazy? He’s only thirty?!"

"How is it possible that he’s only thirty?"

"At thirty, what was I doing? I was farming outside as a disciple! And he’s giving himself that kind of birthday gift at thirty?"

"So arrogant, reaching the pinnacle of the world before thirty! Making Heaven and Earth take notice, even communicating personally with the supreme prehistoric holy ones, simply incredible! Not even the protagonist in a novella would dare write such!"

Countless people were boiling.

He is a myth among myths, a legend among legends.

In this instant, countless hearts screamed, how did this man grow? How so monstrous? Where on earth did this monster come from!

The Time Immortal Venerate was astonished that the painter was actually a young man under thirty, "So, what do you want? Fame? Wealth? Beauty? Power?"

"Money, fame? Wealth? Power?"

The painter smiled, "Just these, huh, that’s right, only these could be offered. Not sure since when, the world has become polluted, cultivators think of combat, Immortal Venerates think of monopolies, countless greedy people crave money, fame, people become decrepit, greedy, engulfed in desire."

"The world becomes dirty and filthy, increasingly dull, like a flower withering in a cemetery, unable to see its young and passionate moments."

His voice was flat, clearly speaking to the entire world, speaking to the supreme mighty Immortal Venerates, yet seemingly casual talk, as if a youth was expressing dissatisfaction with the world.

"What I want is simple, I just want to uncover the world’s scars, let this boring world akin to a stagnant pool ignite."

"And then, at your most passionate moments, I will eternalize you in the scroll, isn’t this interesting?"

"Therefore, ah."

The painter smiled, looked towards the Immortal Realm in front, fiercely extended his hand as if to grasp the entire Immortal Realm, smiling with the brightness of a passionate youth: "My goal is simple, I want war to break out, for the world to start burning."

The entire world exploded.

This lunatic! How could he manage to speak such terrifying words in the tone of a sunny passionate youth?

He wants world destruction? He’s deliberately provoking war between the Netherworld and Immortal Realm?

𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Even the neutral Three Immortal Venerates and Shell Immortal changed their expressions, secretly wondering where this lunatic came from!

He provokes the war between Immortal Realm and Netherworld, stirring up Embers and Pseudo-human Calamity, yet his own forces still seem too thin, unable to control anything.

His goal initially was merely wanting to see the war.

And watching this scene quietly, Ning Zheng rubbed his forehead, unable to speak: What nonsense is the painter spewing now? What does he ultimately want to do?

Are the painter’s words true or false?

There’s no need for judgment.

Because this painter is certainly not the main body.

Merely one drawn out, pushed out, bestowed with a certain extreme and radical personality as a Painter.

Perhaps it’s the painter’s whim, perhaps he wants to see fireworks, witness an interesting impromptu performance...he wants the world to become intriguing.

Because the painter’s fundamental goal is simple, he likely truly is celebrating his birthday today, wanting to see the era’s fireworks.

He seeks the most beautiful Eternal Scroll, so the painter appearing now, is as a backstage manipulator, disturbing the cosmic order as an anchor point, creating huge waves.

Ning Zheng will even less discern the painter’s true intention from his words and actions.

Because when trying to judge from that angle, one falls into the true painter’s trap.

Truth and falsehood have been indistinguishable long ago.

"I just want this world to blossom with flowers."

The painter smiled, "Regardless of Netherworld or Immortal Realm, as long as there’s combat, as long as there’s chaos, as long as all existing order is overturned, then there’s infinite possibilities."

"The prior ’future’ was actually dead, not really the future. Now the fate gear halted and jammed begins its motion anew."

"The eruption now is the true ’future’."

"The fundamental divinity of ’future’ is infinite possibility, only by administering strong toxin can it unravel the past Immortal Venerates’ fears and interference in the future, nurturing boundless possibilities."

In the roaring gale, the painter brandished the brush, drawing across the sky.

A timeline vast like the starry river emerged in this epic era.

At this moment, his mighty figure seemingly eternal imprinted in the era, this life a being as if grasping the control of the multi-dimensional river, mastering time nodes, mastering all worldly principles.

He freely splashes ink for this world, shading with all desired colors, he slowly smiled speaking.

"The earlier future was too stupid, this is the true infinite future, all extraordinary, uncertain, and unpredictable destinies shall be born here."

"A storm sweeping across the entire multi-temporal lines is about to return, the eternal Venerable God is about to be born, and destiny, resides among it!"

The painter’s figure gradually concealed.

Boom boom boom!

The world’s mirror image was fully generated.

At this moment, the Immortal Realm’s parallel world was born.

In the shadows, observing his ultimate perfect artwork successfully extending the timeline, the painter revealed a slight satisfied smile.

Bang!

Suddenly, the shattering sound of the world abruptly ceased.

Immortal Realm, Netherworld, remotely confronting each other on two timelines, the scorching torrent of time washing over both sides.

This battle will surely change the world.