Chapter 1242 - 323: Critical Moment, Desperate Blacksmiths

Chapter 1242: Chapter 323: Critical Moment, Desperate Blacksmiths

The surrounding Immortal Venerates remained silent: "This is his own choice, we cannot intervene in the future, nor can we stop him."

"Indeed, this person is unruly. We’ve found this genius from a secluded timeline; when he returns, we must teach him a lesson."

"Enough, he is currently proving the Dao and is about to descend to [Prehistoric], becoming one of our Celestial Phenomenon Immortal Venerates, sharing a seat with us. Let him create some ruckus in the [Future], it won’t last long anyway."

...

They seemed calm, as if discussing a trivial matter.

Normally, they would agree to execute this peace-sharing treaty when the two sides had no significant differences.

The current situation of two victories out of three is seen as mutual wins and losses.

But in reality, it is clear to all that the gap in combat power and potential between the two sides is vast.

Just this Dao-proving Immortal Venerate Changzhen, none can stop him.

Once upon a time.

Xi Rong, while experiencing the Half Celestial Phenomenon, swept through both the Immortal Realm and the Netherworld with an invincible body.

Now it’s our turn to sweep through your Xirong Manor with an invincible stance, reclaiming the power that belongs to us.

How could they possibly stop?

Opportunity once missed.

Immortal Venerable Changzhen is about to prove the Dao and leave; this chance won’t come again, so they must seize it to flatten [Future].

Tearing up the treaty is only right!

This arena has no reason to continue.

After all, its essence is merely a fallback, a means to maintain face and step back if Xi Rong truly has a trump card.

But now...

The Painter is really a good person!

He may truly want to help Xi Rong build a main stage for the Golden God combat.

Unknowing that his assistance is misplaced, thus perfectly aligning with the Dao-proving path of this Oath Master Immortal Venerate, receiving endless support from believers to suddenly prove his Dao...

The Painter really helped a lot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Immortal Venerate Changzhen stepped off the arena, entered the current world.

He glanced at Xirong Manor, his voice sweeping through the entire Immortal Realm: "Let me feel if there are hidden powerhouses inside."

In that instant, Ning Zheng felt their -2-2 decreasing.

This person is invading my Xi Rong’s frequency, plundering Xi Rong’s daily Qi Fortune Value income, using the contract technique he holds to modify the contracts of believers and masters, transferring them to himself.

Meanwhile.

In the parallel time line, the sky had a large hole appear.

Emperor Jiushui watched as an unparalleled powerhouse instantly killed the opponent, broke the arena, and arrogantly stormed out.

"Do they really not see us, truly think we’re dead?" Jiushui, normally mild-mannered, was now incredibly angry.

Jiushui said coldly: "Lamp, what do you think?"

Lamp actually hadn’t died, nor had the Treasure Lotus Lamp.

His system primarily trains Dharma Aspect.

It was the Dharma Aspect that had just acted, defending against an unknown enemy.

Also, since they train the Human Path Fortune, 99% of their strength comes from the luck bestowed by various followers, the difference between the Dharma Aspect and the body is minimal.

"They are extraordinary, everyone get ready!"

Xin Xichen’s expression was cold as he shared the information gathered from several players with everyone around.

The crowd received information about the parallel space-time, their worldview collapsing, the Divine Court in turmoil.

Even the opposing forces from the Demon Path, the End of the Dharma Immortal Venerate of this space-time, were showing astonished expressions.

"What? We are actually people from the false history of the arena?"

"We’re not real people? Our fifteen million year history has just extended?"

"Emperor, you’ve become Ring Immortal Venerate in another world? Wasn’t it said one proof is eternal? Why are you still here?"

"Foolish, the Emperor is just a replica Painter, a clone, merely a similar imitation, not the real body, so why wouldn’t it be here? Sorry! Emperor, I’m too agitated upon realizing the truth..."

"What should we do now?"

"Why not follow this breach to another timeline, witness the real world, and seek the one who manipulates us, creates us... The Painter!"

The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor roared, "Even if we are fictional characters from the painting, we’ll tear through the canvases, break through the painting, blast his vile tooth mouth!"

The Treasure Lotus Lamp shouted, "Kill him! Break the fourth wall! We, the two-dimensional paper figures, must cross into the present world, blow up those damn Immortal Venerate readers and the author Painter who created us!"

Night Emperor: "Capture the Painter, enslave him harshly, lock him in the little black room, make him write more! Create more two-dimensional companions!"

The group was infuriated, bursting with ideas to embark on a distant expedition to the Outer Domain.

Xin Xichen’s expression was steady, "Yes, outside Xirong Manor, we are under attack. When the lips perish, the teeth feel the cold; our parallel selves are over there, if they fall, how can we live shamelessly?"

"But that person, is overwhelmingly powerful, does anyone have a solution?" Emperor Jiushui looked around at his ministers.

...

Immortal Realm Xirong Manor.

Watching the external enemy invasion, everyone understood they have reached a critical juncture of life and death.

Previously the pro-peace faction, the three Shell Immortal Venerates, showed anxious expressions for this Prehistoric Immortal Venerate already had a premeditated plan to kill us!

Their previous surrender, friendliness, attempt to establish an arena battle, was simply laughable!

Endless regret filled their hearts.

The current situation, aren’t they unable to react in any way? Outside, that domineering and cruel Immortal Venerate Changzhen wants to slap them all dead.

Making them seem like clowns, handing him the knife to kill them!

"This situation cannot be peacefully resolved now."

"The worst case has occurred, we know if they win three out of two matches in the arena, gaining a great advantage, they will certainly break the arena and attack us!"

"What to do now?"

"There’s no way, escape perhaps?"

Nigh Mad Cultivator calmly analyzed: "The reason he’s so strong is because he seized the authority, received Qi Fortune Value from various forces, Xi Rong, the neighboring unofficial Divine Court, Buddha Country..."

"The current plan is to stop these vast support supplies of Destiny, he will be knocked back to his original form."

"But how to stop it?" at this point Jiucai Rong couldn’t help but curse: "Then we let the Xi Rong followers of the world, stop offering to us, hate us? Tear down the Xirong Divine Statues everywhere?"

"By the time we reach the step of notifying followers everywhere not to worship us, the enemy has already killed us with one strike, this ruthless person speaks few words, will not give us time to plan."

Their expressions were bitter.

Indeed, the reason they have not attacked is because they know our main base is not in the Immortal Realm.

Our main base is in the grave world’s interior.

He wouldn’t blow up the Immortal Realm now, because the Immortal Realm is an important Qi Fortune Value source under ’Xi Rong’."

He is currently taking over all Qi Fortune Value from ’Xi Rong’, the Tauren’s painstaking efforts.

For days we have been acting as the Holy Mother, attracting endless followers, all taken by him! Damn freeloaders!

Amidst their concern and frustration.

The voice of the old butler came from the sky, "Retreat, everyone log off, switch roles back to our grave world main base."

"The Immortal Realm must be abandoned."

"Next, he will certainly seize the chance to divine our base location."

"He has gathered vast Destiny from the neighboring Buddha Country, Demon Country, Divine Court, including our Xi Rong’s Fortune Value, he’s already highly fortunate, possibly using this to divine our real main base."

"You all go back, we’ll handle the final confrontation."

With these words, all the blacksmiths knew the situation had reached the most difficult point.