Kill, kill, kill!
Infinite timelines, infinite destruction.
"Hahahaha, it's gone mad—the entire era has gone mad! Painter! You're deceiving those Parallel Worlds. You're a tyrant through and through, running rampant without restraint, ruling with absolute tyranny. Just to watch a single fireworks display, you've created endless pain and suffering."
"On the Heavenly Venerables' Kill List, your current kills per second have directly monopolized first place!"
The old Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal still had some conscience left; his hands had gone limp from all the killing.
Looking at the old, the weak, the women, and the children, at those who roared as they protected their families, and at the powerful figures who charged recklessly toward him, he felt as though he had transformed into a butcher through and through.
As Sacred Spirit, he had reasons to kill the strong, and reasons to kill the weak.
But he did not want to slaughter a large number of miserable people for no reason.
In the sky, a Painter said calmly, "You're the ones waging this war now. You're the ones killing people. You're the true first place on the Kill List. You're the ones who want to destroy the entire future and slaughter Heaven and Earth. You're the executioners."
"Are you afraid?" another Painter, who was drawing, said indifferently. "Idiots. Moral attacks have no effect on me whatsoever."
Prehistory.
Seated in the pavilion before the River of Time, the Esteemed Immortals watched this scene with calm expressions.
Countless world lines were locked in slaughter.
A protracted war that appeared boundless had begun.
Countless bizarre and twisted unofficial histories, heroes leaping up with furious roars, lamentations of shattered histories, phantoms of light and darkness alternating, roars, despair, pain, and wails.
"This reckless madman." Time Esteemed Immortal exhaled slowly, then suddenly rose to his feet.