Today's arena martial display was of the utmost importance.
Yet none of the Esteemed Immortals had expected the Painter to pull this off right in front of them, creating an unofficial history of the future on the spot.
One had to know that the energy required for a parallel world of the Myriad Worlds was terrifyingly immense.
The Nine Continents, Heaven's Mandate, the Immortal World. The countless Myriad Worlds all had to split off a second version.
It was equivalent to the future's area increasing by a full double!
A single thread had become dual-line.
Although the other thread was an unofficial history of time.
Previously, creating several Time Ancient Tombs—the Water Tap—to provide other factions with energy for their conquests would have been one thing, but now he had directly opened the floodgates!
Seeing the Painter's maneuver, Ning Zheng turned his head and asked the Nine Grains Emperor beside him, "I wonder, how are the areas occupied by the past and future divided?"
The Nine Grains Emperor beside him glanced at Ning Zheng. "The world is divided into fifty parts. The past occupies forty-nine, while the future is the One That Escapes."
Ning Zheng understood.
The resources of the world were divided into fifty portions.
The past occupied forty-nine, strung together through time into strings of parallel beads.
The future occupied one, its beads scattered across the earth.
To put it more vividly, it was a hemp rope twisted from countless fine threads, its end coming undone and splitting into a dense spray of cordage.
The Nine Grains Emperor softly explained again, "Do you know why they didn't take all the material from the future, leaving behind a tiny remainder?"
He paused, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful.
"Because the past is destined to flow toward the future."
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