A glacier, a semi-circular ice tomb.

An old man bent with age gazes at the sky from afar.

"People say that Jiu Shui is the fairest era, a great emperor built the human wonder, Nine-State Earth Vein."

"The popularization of the Earth Vein shortened the distance between people in the world, allowing conversations across thousands of miles and knowledge of distant matters, and the Teleportation Array lets one travel across the Nine-State."

"But who knows... the true flourishing era that the Earth Vein was to unlock was not a scholar’s golden age?"

The old man starts coughing continuously, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"It’s coming, it’s coming, finally it’s here."

He looks at the painting stretched across the sky, flame light flowing.

The puppet threads connecting those ancient emperors, listening to the intense roar as it cuts across the earth, battle shocks seem to tear a rift in the world.

"Human God, what of gathering all the pseudo-human emperors throughout the ages?"

Boom!!

A figure akin to a miracle descends upon the Nine-State once more, like a black sun gradually rising, illuminating the whole Nine-State Four Seas.

Xian’s body stirs with countless black clouds, rolling over the skies of the Nine-State, dark as night, indistinguishable between day and night.

The current might is tens of thousands of times more terrifying than the Xian before.

Previously, how could Ning Zheng, with some pseudo-human Three Flowers neurons, wield even one ten-thousandth of this Divine Body’s power?

But now.

Only the genuine pseudo-human neurons brain gathered from the entire Nine-State Earth Vein can master this grand life, born as an immortal.

This world first had Xian, then the Immortal.

Xian was inherently born as an Immortal.

When the black light completely vanished, the new form of Jiu Shui appeared before the world.

Black-green rice spike long hair dances in the storm clouds, Xian’s face has already taken on Jiu Shui’s appearance.

His skin emits a faint white glow, standing upon the lotus seat of layered blooming clouds, holding the Nine Five Venerable Sword in hand.

A beam of light scatters, spreading across the Nine-State.

This is a figure as if grasping the truths of heaven and earth, sitting at the pinnacle of history’s throne.

Beneath the white glaciers, looking up at the figure stepping on the lotus seat against the sky, Human Ancestor stands up excitedly and says:

"The ultimate emperor surpassing all logic, nurturing the origin of all Spiritual Roots, is born!"

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As the black light dissipates, Jiu Shui slowly steps out of the void, sweeping an eye over the countless ancient mythic figures before him. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Is this the last lineup of the pseudo-humans? Your tribe’s history will be completely erased today."

"Rice Flower Soldiers!!" A cold voice emanates, the delicate long ears of wheat flutter, and one after another, exquisite rice flowers fall from the sky, blooming and bearing fruit.

Transforming into countless glowing green Tree-man soldiers, fiercely crash into those historical pseudo-human emperors.

The dull explosions instantly clear a batch of ancient emperor figures.

Clang!!

Jiu Shui neither speaks nor utters, the battle requires only the swing of a sword, swing, swing.

To the enemies, he has nothing more to say.

Only kill!

Back then, when founding the nation, he nearly wiped out the pseudo-human sects, Holy Land, and high levels, forging the Earth Vein which sprawls across the Nine-State.

Thus it can be seen how many he truly slew.

Every inch of land in the Nine-State has been soaked in blood and brain flowers.

He steps to the front of the enemy, slowly waving the Nine Five Venerable Sword, suddenly slashing out, launching a fierce black sword light that cuts towards the center of the crowd, at the physician.

"Block it!!" The physician furrows his brow, looks astonished at this scene, facing this terrifyingly cold killer, retreats half a step.

Next to him, the Human God flicks his fingers, manipulating various puppet pseudo-human emperors to stand in front, executing the technique of joint attack.

Each historical emperor has his own strengths.

But at this moment, being dispatched by the Human God using the Earth Vein threads can truly unleash their prowess.

Boom!

The two sides collide with sudden ferocity, the figures of both sides seem to etch this scene into eternity, painting onto the canvas.

And this canvas is being painted by the painter within the protected crowd, as he lowers his head, drawing stroke by stroke, "Xian, indeed your only chance to win, because there’s always something I can’t paint."

"Be it super high energy level non-human monsters, be it Xian."

"Prepared Xian’s brain long ago, now things are getting interesting."

The painter’s voice is calm, yet has no trace of anxiety,

"Xian is at the Suppression Level combat power, against the pseudo-human emperors in the Chronicles of Time, there is no match, one person can sweep all."

"It seems, our side is about to face a desperate situation."

"And since it’s desperate, naturally one must find a way to break the predicament, next up is... the Firewood Emperor skilled at breaking changes, your turn to confront Xian."

Pft!

His brush suddenly sweeps, as the final stroke falls, a painting unfolds, vividly bringing a batch of figures to life, gradually becoming lively and emerging anew.

In the painting, at the rear of the battlefield, Phoenix Yi displayed a holy and benevolent expression, plucking a phoenix feather.

Raising the spirit-slaying saber, Xin Xichen, who had transformed it into a weapon of solution, was poised to leap and swing it.

The figures of the Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Nine-headed Dragon Emperor, and the Cursed one with the Muddy Qi Demon Vessel emerged.

Even the Seven-colored Divine Weapons in their hands, were hurriedly painted with a semblance of spirit by five or six parts.

But this Demon Vessel couldn’t be painted.

Because it was too turbid and filthy, the lines were complicated, making it difficult to depict temporarily.

One by one, figures stepped out from the painting, fusing with their original versions, forming their current latest combat power.

Phoenix Yi, seeing this scene from the rear, was instantly filled with despair, "Even the Seven-colored Immortal Weapon we just acquired not long ago, he can paint? This battle just started."

Xin Xichen also showed a look of disbelief, unable to stop frequently furrowing eyebrows, "He’s simply a super monster, his weapon casting technique relies on painting."

"How is it done?"

"How is it done?"

The flames of his civilization burned, countless knowledge words alternated within the flames, burning everything, analyzing everything.

Countless inspirations swelled together, coupled with the Destiny Spiritual Root among the latest obtained Five Elements Spirit Root.

Now with seven-colored spiritual roots, his level of derivation was no longer what it used to be.

Under the collision of countless fires of thought, inspiration erupted.

"I see, everything in the world is composed of fractal structures, large and small, he can paint the fine hollow structure of souls, so naturally, he can paint the weapon structure made of matter."

Xin Xichen’s gaze was sharp,

"On his brush, there are one hundred and eight thousand bristles, each containing a material transport channel, each bristle like a puppet thread with the precision of a Human God."

"When he makes a stroke, it’s equivalent to controlling one hundred and eight thousand material channels at the same time, gathering into anything he wants to paint."

Xin Xichen’s words even made the Night Emperor beside him involuntarily shocked.

The painting principles of the painter’s Divine Techniques were terrifying to such an extent!

With one stroke, one hundred and eight thousand bristles gathered to form the desired material, it’s like a super 3D printer.

This technique is too exaggerated!

The Night Emperor’s heart mind wavered, suddenly becoming ambitious, "If I replicate him and get half of his Divine Techniques, wouldn’t I also have this defying method?"

But then with another thought:

"No, no, this clearly belongs to the technical knowledge faction, if I replicate him, at most I only get his brush, without his painting skills, it would just be a shapeless mess."

The Night Emperor also attempted to replicate the Holy Martial Robe next door.

But it was clear that after replicating, he could only distribute the enemy’s damage over 60 seconds.

This is simply impractical, having no effect in battle.

This Divine Technique is merely the keystone of Martial Path cultivation, true cultivation relies on Martial Path talent, practicing the "Dissipating Force" technique requires talent and effort.

While Xin Xichen was deciphering the various ancient secrets of the opponent’s painter.

The fake Xin Xichen opposite, also holding a fake Sun Moon, looked at that Xian with a shocked face.

"This guy is too strong, we are going to lose?"

"Simply a super monster, how does this guy perfectly control the vast brain neurons, commanding the super Earth Vein of the Nine-State?"

"How is it done?"

"How is it done?"

The flames of the fake Xin Xichen burned, countless knowledge words alternated within the flames, burning everything, analyzing everything.

Now with seven-colored spiritual roots, his level of derivation was no longer what it used to be.

Under the pressure of death, he quickly deciphered the principle:

"I see, I see, the rice flower grows, similar to a tree, sprouting nine spiritual roots branching out, and the nine branches further control more branches, continuously expanding."

"Tree consciousness, blooms into a towering tree."

"In a hard fight, we are not Xian’s opponent, we must outsmart him, disrupt his brain control, and we win."

The fake Xin Xichen kept solving problems, with the civilization firewood’s mastery, believed as long as there is a chance, any difficult problem could be solved!

"I can do it, I can do it!"

The fake Xin Xichen’s eyes flashed with fierce flame, "In this world, there is no problem I cannot solve, no situation I cannot break."

...

On the battlefield opposite.

The real Xin Xichen watched that fake self burning the firewood, face turning ashen with anger, "Good! Good! Good! I break the painter, he uses the painter to break our Xian."

The Cursed Old Man also watched in silence.

They thought with Xian in hand, how could these outdated ancient relics resist? Even with our own painter, it’s still not a match.

Xian, was enough to sweep them.

But now, facing desperation, that fake Xin Xichen was very good at reversing dire situations, immediately darkening their faces.

They have always won by the weak against the strong, creating miracles to win.

Now, someone is trying to beat them with the weak against the strong, a bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled, trying to solve the problem and win against Xian?