East Sea.

The rain pattered, and the tides surged.

On the shell-strewn beach in the rain,

a painter stood before a canvas, painting leisurely, depicting a scene from history.

His "eyes" were controlled by the Water Deer, like the eyes of the rain-drenched Nine-State populace, infected, showing scenes of combat.

However.

His eyes were infected willingly.

This made it easier for him to watch the battlefield, so why not enjoy it?

The sound of two cannons, their sight heard and seen, was quite intriguing.

In the scroll he was painting, Phoenix Yi, the Cursed, Xin Xichen... and all kinds of characters were vividly alive.

Furthermore, all the beings in the painting were moving. If you put your ear close to this painting, it seemed you could hear the characters speaking.

"Sorry, I didn't let you speak because letting you live past ten seconds would be too troublesome."

In the painting, the tiny figure of Xin Xichen was effortlessly destroying the Thunder Stone Puppet Ancestor, "This combination is a bit terrifying, relying on the Heart of Rebirth's switch, purely suicidal power?"

Lifelike and incredibly eerie.

He was projecting recent events.

The painter looked exceedingly serene and couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Yet another masterpiece worthy of posterity."

But in the very next second.

Xin Xichen covered the entire battlefield with an array, isolating the outside world, and confronted the awakened Ancient King of Embers inside.

This scene caused him to frown slightly, "The information is isolated, can't be seen... I originally wanted to see if the opponent was that ancient guy..."

But before he could think further, a ray of light broke through the array and shot directly into the sky, heading for the Capital City.

In the mere instant of contact with the Chronicles of Time, it recognized its master... an anomaly erupted in the sky over the Capital City, and the Chronicles of Time transformed into plates of golden armor that covered the body.

What!??

This scene caused his whole body to tense, and an unusual expression finally crossed his calm face, but it quickly returned to peace in the next moment.

"It really is him."

"He's back."

The painter, ever wary and suspicious, had always doubted the other was an impostor.

But now, if it wasn't him, how could the Chronicles of Time respond to his call? Only his body could control it.

The Chronicles of Time were controlled, and the golden statue divine power contained similar aura...

This was undeniable proof.

"Unthinkable, truly unthinkable... he actually only feigned death, completely tricked me, willing to abandon his own skin, living in secrecy... and now, at this critical moment, he's returned."

He showed a slightly strange smile, "It seems the species explosion of the Sacrificial Era has begun, everyone wants to seize Xian's body... to win the ultimate victory."

His expression was serene as he continued to paint.

The newly painted scene was of the golden armored figure standing proudly above the Capital City, as if to engrave this moment in eternal history.

"Well, I must take this a bit more seriously now."

...

...

The Nine-State Four Seas were trembling.

Because the Water Deer projected the battle scene through the eyes, a hologram to most of the rain-soaked people.

The rain dripped and splattered down.

In the Ximen city, on the square in front of Xirong Academy, the Sword Fairy watched the coming and going of worshipping people, praying, pleading, suffering, roaring.

"That's the Chronicles of Time!" someone exclaimed in disbelief, it was the Human Race's National Guardian Divine Artifact, never lost in history, but this scene was too shocking.

Draped on the ancient Monarch.

"It's been taken, what will we do now?" someone suddenly covered their mouth, trying not to scream, "Will the pseudo-human Emperor being suppressed inside come out?"

The rain heavily beat down on them, soaking the clothes of countless scholars and flooding their hearts into endless deep sea.

Chronicles of Time.

Even beggars who never read know what that is.

The number one divine artifact of the Human Race suppressing the Nine-State Qi Fortune.

The ancestral graveyard of successive pseudo-human Emperors.

The dark origin of the world in turmoil.

It has too many names, it is the Human Race divine artifact recorded in history.

Back then, just one Human God from the tomb nearly destroyed the world, and now this core power of the Chronicles of Time was mastered.

That Ancient King of Embers, he wasn't lying or boasting, after his declaration, he immediately topped again, rising to a terrifying height that the entire Nine-State Four Seas had to shudder before.

In some restaurants, young cultivators and scholars were drinking tea at tables, and none spoke, their palms sweaty, quietly watching the scene in their "pupils."

As if being there themselves, personally feeling that unparalleled ancient power.

A mixture of reverence and admiration stirred complex feelings within them.

"Holding the Chronicles of Time, this might be a power strong enough to crush the entire world."

On the other side.

At Xirong Square, countless frightened and anxious people worshiped the enormous Xirong statue, the young Xirong Manor Master, stern and solemn, slightly looked up at the sky.

Beside him, the Sword Fairy quietly watched this scene of continuous worshiping people, sending a sound transmission to Yan Shuangying nearby, "This seems a bit lacking in virtue."

Yan Shuangying shook his head, "Don't feel guilty, we're creating fear... making them worship, we're actually doing a good deed."

"Even if we don't create disasters, eventually those behind-the-scenes bosses, big villains, will manufacture disasters. We take their road to profit, leaving them no path, saving more people."

The Sword Fairy shook her head, "I wasn't talking about that, I meant should we give them a kneeling pad? Kneeling like this is stiff, poor user experience, how can they come to worship daily in the future?"

Yan Shuangying tilted his head, pondered for a moment, "Seems... reasonable?"

The Sword Fairy said, "Now's the time for heavy promotion, that's why there's so much traffic, but to retain this traffic, we must enhance user experience, to increase fan retention, daily visits... that's a blogger's insight, learn from it."

Yan Shuangying nodded, strangely felt it made sense.

It turns out the principles are connected.

The Sword Fairy paid no mind to Yan Shuangying, continuing to chat via sound transmission, "Our plan's completion rate is very high, despite two being instantly killed, we still succeeded step by step in creating fear, reaching this final stage."

Indeed.

Their final stage was for the masses to see through imagery, the scene where the Capital City's [Chronicles of Time] was taken!

Sure enough, the removal of the Chronicles of Time, this surge... the flow rate exploded!!

Moreover.

No matter the other profits, just taking the [Chronicles of Time] was immensely rewarding!

What's the point of stealing other races' ancestral graves?

Penny-pinching.

If you're going to steal, steal the biggest!

Stealing the biggest ancestral grave in all of Nine-State home is real skill.

So they planned to take the world's largest ancestral grave—the Chronicles of Time—directly away.

In reality, ordinary people couldn't conceive of such a bold plan, but these blacksmiths were truly reckless.

This was an impeccably perfect multiple-benefit plan, not wasting their efforts in constructing false history from the Sacrificial Tomb, setting traps step by step until today.

"Brilliant!"

"Not only is our statue here full, but the Bone Demon Royal City over there should also be full."

Yan Shuangying showed an extremely delighted expression. The two of them were responsible for the crowd flow in this square, Bone Demon Royal City was overseen by Yan Shuangying and Night Mad Cultivator.

Nine-State, Four Seas, must all be harvested to maintain nutritional balance.