"I'll remember that."
The Painter smiled and accepted readily.
He looked at Jiumu Esteemed Immortal and the others, all True Immortal Great Perfections.
When they were young, they had naturally been worthy of respect.
But now, begging for mercy with their aged and cowardly appearances, they were truly unpleasant to look at.
As expected, do I still prefer painting young heroes?
Only my paintings can preserve those eternally youthful smiles and the roaring heroes forever, freezing them in that instant and turning them into eternity.
The Painter ignored the wails of these ancient Esteemed Immortal powerhouses, collected them, and simply recorded everything.
He would record history.
The young heroes would remain forever on the painting, not in this ugly state.
Rustle, rustle.
Now, when the tide receded and people could finally see who had been swimming naked, they discovered the true number of Esteemed Immortals.
Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal, who held most of the authorities.
Destiny Esteemed Immortal.
Xian.
Huan.
Oath Lord.
Creation.
Apart from the fake True Immortal Perfections impersonating Esteemed Immortals, there were actually only six true Esteemed Immortals beneath the heavens.
Xian had proven the Dao in the past and been ambushed by Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal. Although his authority had not been completely seized, his soul had already been injured. He was insane and muddle-headed, sometimes lucid and sometimes foolish.
Xin Xichen, Ning Zheng, and the others had proven the Dao in the future and had not been ambushed by Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal.
Nine Grains and another Esteemed Immortal, Esteemed Immortal Wuchang Ning Zheng, who controlled the gambling table of fortune, had proven the Dao in the present and had not been ambushed either.
"Five people in this world actually escaped my ambush?"
Sacred Spirit Esteemed Immortal grinned as countless authorities revolved around him. "Good.