The art of warfare holds that attacking the enemy's mind is superior, while attacking their city is inferior.
Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal's words had indeed dealt Ning Zheng a heavy blow.
"This guy probably planned this long ago, intending to strike me painfully step by step." Ning Zheng was utterly speechless. "He isn't laughing at us for being at odds. He's laughing at the painter."
Indeed.
Conquering the realm was easy; defending it was hard!
You like overthrowing me, don't you? Then I'll throw my territory to the future and watch you make fools of yourselves!
But how were they supposed to deal with this?
The universe's resources would grow concentrated, flowing into the hands of the strongest at the very top of the pyramid.
This was the Strong One Gravity Theory beyond the Time Gravity Theory.
In the future, no matter what methods we used—even if we established all kinds of tribulations and heavenly punishments—we would have to periodically purge batch after batch of top-tier civilizations.
That could not be separated from the essence of the God of Destruction.
And slaughter would inevitably provoke resistance.
We were pushing our own side onto the opposite side of one young powerhouse after another.
Then what difference was there between us and that prehistoric Celestial Phenomenon Esteemed Immortal?
In fact, we were doing an even worse job!
Because when Celestial Phenomenon Esteemed Immortal acted as the God of Destruction, he could hold the era together.
But what about us?
A group of Extreme Me Esteemed Immortals like us couldn't suppress a group of Extreme Me Esteemed Immortals of the same level.
"Although we still have ways to kill this suspicious batch of people—even the next batch, and the batch after that."
"But they will surely brand us as rotten, evil, dark rulers,