The world is trembling.

The Chronicles of Time transform into a vast, sky-covering scroll, from which emerge ancient heroic emperors, one after another.

Figures as divine as gods and as demonic as devils appear among the clouds.

A tall and imposing giant, round as a ball, holds a tattered bag, depicting various scenes of the world inside, called the Dead Bag.

There stands the Chaotic Body Giant Emperor, tall and slender, initially appearing as a crowned scholar in long robes, with long whiskers. Upon closer inspection, a great terror reveals itself; his white whiskers are actually writhing slender, infant-white hands.

There is a thin, short woman in black, draped with ancient script: Physician, and her eyebrows exude a dignified seriousness, seemingly a true king from the Chaotic Body Era.

White arcs of electricity flash across the sky, reflecting all their faces in the history of the Nine-State.

The entire world resounds with an inexplicable tide, rising and falling.

"What is that?"

Everyone seems to hear the rush of water; upon closer inspection, the scroll has been stretched into an enormously long painting akin to the Qingming River Painting.

Among them, crowds surge, appearing from every era’s villages and royal cities, faintly hearing sounds within.

"Is that... a historical scroll?"

Every person, every continent’s resident, can hear this indistinct historic clamor, as if children are chanting, as if the elderly are murmuring, as if women open their arms in praise...

They’re all recounting sorrowful historical ballads.

"Go, my friends."

The artist smiles, waving his brush.

A splash of pure black ink stains the sky, and one silhouette after another shoots out rapidly, concentrating all the combat power from the river of history here.

In them, familiar faces like the Mother of Non-Life can even be seen.

"Your friends... do you mean Jiu Shui?"

Xin Xichen revealed a slight disdain, pointing to one of the silhouettes, "This Jiu Shui, is it the version when he proclaimed himself emperor during his lifetime? How long has it been, still can’t catch up with the latest pace."

"Jiu Shui is indeed my friend."

The artist chuckled, "I once taught him to paint, his golden wheat ears’ composition method was taught by me."

"He doesn’t remember our encounter in the mountains, where I was a woodcutter and he was a poor scholar."

"He does not remember our eye contact in the Frozen Sea Domain, where I was the dragon above, and he was the fisherman searching for relics."

The artist showed a hint of melancholy.

"What about me?" Xin Xichen pointed at one of himself in the enemy camp, "Am I also your friend?"

"We are friends." The artist smiled lightly:

"You don’t remember, nor do you want to remember, and you wouldn’t remember. My involvement with you is deeper than you imagine."

"I once discussed with you the meaning of life, our decay and rebirth; on the vast grasslands, we explored Tao under the campfire, discussing the topic of [I know who I am] and fantasizing about future plans."

Xin Xichen sneered without responding.

Evidently unbelieving.

At his level, how could there be anything unremembered?

Especially as the Firewood Emperor, who excels in knowledge.

He’s always cunning and passes that craftiness to others, believing the other is merely interfering with his heart realm.

Even if what he said was true, it wasn’t his concern now.

Now, he only needed to maintain a purely battle-like heart.

"Cursed doesn’t remember me either, and Phoenix Yi also forgot... life is truly dull."

The artist’s face showed no sadness, his voice flat without emotional waves,

"So, shall we stop here, ready to bear the weight of the entire Nine-State era?"

The artist pressed down with his hand.

"The ultimate duel of ancient and modern emperors, begin."

Boom!

Countless powerhouses suddenly burst out.

Instantly, they clashed with the Cursed, Xin Xichen, and others.

Almost everyone faced their clone and a host of ancient powerhouses.

Even the foreign Night Emperor was not spared, facing the fake Night Emperor, the Ancient Bronze Emperor, among others.

The battle instantly reached its most brutal moment.

The combatants were ancient heroic emperors from the Chronicles of Time, all myths and legends in history, representing the pinnacle of their eras.

Each reached the summit stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bringing eternal despair to enemies.

Moreover, within them were monsters of Jiu Shui’s caliber, with combinations of nine spiritual roots, and when paired with the nine founding generals he led that year, like King Xinyi, Rose King, King of the Other Shore... the sense of oppression was horrifying.

However.

Xin Xichen and others were not easy prey either.

Each was an Immortal Spirit Root, equipped with seven-colored Immortal Weapons.

Killing most versions of these ancient heroic emperors from the old times seemed easy. Even those who almost destroyed the world back then had fallen behind today’s versions, like cutting melons and vegetables.

The only troublesome ones were their counterparts.

Boom boom boom!

Every master was killing delightedly, like a meat grinder, the entire sky was covered in crimson in an instant.

Finally, Ning Zheng thoroughly saw through the true nature of a few mysterious individuals.

Cursed, indeed, stole something from history.

He stole the Muddy Qi of heroic emperors throughout history, fishing in the sky; the hooks would catch one Muddy Qi after another, converging into a Heaven-Swallowing Demon Vessel.

This Magical Treasure, foul and filthy, taints the soul and is exceedingly malicious.

In a moment, it unleashed vast amounts of historical muddy qi, polluting the Soul Body Emperors, with tremendous lethality, slaughtering one group after another.

Phoenix Yi’s divine technique, however, was unlimited resurrection, Baptism of Fire.

Belonging to a pure meat shield type similar to Holy Martial Robe.

And with each resurrection, it generates resistance to corresponding attributes; methods that once killed her could not kill her a second time.

Her baptism of fire can actually be bestowed upon others.

She drops a Phoenix feather, which can swiftly resurrect a person who has just died, bathing the soul’s muddy qi and the soul’s body in the fire of Nirvana, allowing them to return unscathed.

The Phoenix King, the Auspicious Immortal Beast that controls life and death through Nirvana, truly deserves her place as the Female Immortal Emperor among the Four Great Divine Beasts. Whether or not she becomes immortal in the future, she will surely have a role in the Immortal Realm.

She’s practically a super healer!

The White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and the Nine-headed Dragon Emperor also wield their seven-colored divine weapons, wreaking havoc everywhere.

In their collaboration, they slaughtered ancient heroes like chickens, turning the world dim in an instant with their ferocity.

Their combat power is exaggeratedly strong, and with the enhancement of the seven-colored immortal weapons, even ordinary immortals must lament under their heaven-defying divine techniques.

Even Ning Zheng found it spectacular to watch.

Their seven-colored divine weapons boosted their combat power seven or eightfold, perfectly aligning with their battle styles.

Meanwhile, a group of people on the forum was also watching this live combat.

[The servers are launching! The War of the Gods has begun!]

[Restart the world with the Five Elements and Yin and Yang, reignite the era of life’s big bang! We are the ancestral race!]

[So cool! The seven-colored divine weapons crafted by the Sword Casting Manor, paired with the players’ ultimate pet Night Emperor, are showing us two core gameplay modes: divine weapon crafting and idle auto-play?]

[The servers are up, the servers are up. I’ll come once this battle ends.]

The forum and pop-up comments were flooding incessantly, feverishly, as if participating in a game launch event.

After all.

This is indeed a scenario animation of a game launch event, isn’t it?

Ning Zheng chuckled and continued taking pictures, "They’re fighting on their own, all free plot actors."

Clearly, the 1,000 blacksmith NPCs of Sword Casting Manor have become free employees of the game company, responsible for operating this upcoming blockbuster.

After all, it’s a farming game, and operating the "Sword Casting Manor" game is just another form of farming development.

Of course.

In the Sword Casting Manor, the day-and-night Su Yuniang, ever-watchful of Ning Jiaojiao’s cultivation, was stunned as she watched the battle in the sky:

"How did it happen so quickly? We’ve spent over a month, yet under the vast destiny’s blessing, we could only consume ghosts to cultivate to the One Heart Three Apertures Realm!"

Su Yuniang was suddenly anxious!

This Night Emperor suddenly came back for a funeral without informing us? Was it meant to be a surprise?

The Sacrificial Era was originally expected to erupt after some time.

Yet this rascal triggered it ahead of time.

How are we supposed to make our entrance, disrupt things as planned?

Their Seven-Colored Dragon God, combined with the Seven-Colored Sun Moon Immortal Weapon, even equipped with a new Seven-Colored Immortal Robe, hasn’t even debuted yet, and it’s almost over?

She was about to cry, "What was all my preparation for?"

Ning Zheng merely glanced, realizing this world prioritizes authenticity; where’s the time for you to prepare before a battle commences?

The gaze returned to the painter.

"It’s useless."

On the battlefield, the painter atop a high place watched as they killed countless historical emperors. He turned to a physician standing beside him, "It’s your turn now."

"Hmm." The physician nodded. She was an ordinary-looking woman draped in a black robe, with the character for "medicine" inscribed on her attire.

She was ruthless and precisely the pioneer of the Chaotic Body Era.

One of the most astonishing talents of her era.

Xirong Manor opened the second era in history for non-combat professionals to reach the pinnacle, while this physician spearheaded the first non-combat era to top.

Suppressing battling cultivators with her extensive scholarly knowledge, such talent and style are awe-inspiring!

In the next moment.

The physician pressed down hard with her hand, "Life and death, I can also heal."

A heap of Earth-bound Spirit emperors beaten to death abruptly resurrected.

Like lush grass, they quickly sprouted, reemerging as soul bodies growing from the paintings.

This is precisely the physician’s divine technique, accelerating the resurrection speed of Earth-bound Spirits.

Typically, the stronger the Earth-bound Spirit, the slower its resurrection speed.

But in the physician’s hands, as long as there’s sufficient energy, resurrection is seamless.

"After fighting for so long, all the slaughter records have been reset to zero."

Xin Xichen slightly frowned, watching the ancient emperors, painstakingly slain, resurrect yet again: "Some divine techniques from ancient times are truly stunning even now."

"Not just stunning; placed in modern times, they’d change the era! Your Human Race sects, so obsessed with ancestral tombs, would be thrilled to have resurrection divine techniques for them, no?"

The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor snorted coldly, verbally sparring with Xin Xichen, the cunning Human Emperor he fought alongside.

"It’s an issue of the era’s gap."

Phoenix Yi also showed a heavy expression, "These ancient divine techniques, in today’s world, indeed change the era! So, have we prepared how to deal with this guy? With continuous resurrection, we can’t possibly win."

Only today did they learn of the ancient mastermind manipulating the Chronicles of Time behind the scenes.

Yet they had no choice but to unite to encircle and kill.

White Tiger Emperor: "If I’m not mistaken, each resurrection requires massive energy. After killing these Earth-bound Spirits several times, they’ll run out of energy."

"Impossible, aren’t you underestimating the opponent too much?"

Phoenix Yi said: "He surely has a complementary energy absorption divine power, continuously absorbing the power of heaven and earth to provide energy for that physician for resurrections."

The White Tiger Emperor immediately furrowed his brows.

In that case, there’s no solution, is there? With constant resurrections, how do we win?

"More troublesome is, the painter is painting us right now!" The Cursed stated a horrifying fact, pointing to the painter in the distance.

Previously, they kept many trump cards hidden without exposing their true combat power.

The painter couldn’t draw them completely either.

But now, they fought with full strength; drawing based on their bodily energy flow, it’s estimated there will soon be a few peak versions of them appearing.

Then, how do they fight?

No matter how they calculate, it looks like they’re bound to lose, with no suspense, and utterly miserable.