The Tremors of the Nine Continents and Four Seas

East Sea.

Rain pattered softly, and the tide surged.

On the shell-covered beach beneath the curtain of rain,

an easel stood before the painter as he worked, leisurely painting a scene from history.

His "eyes" were controlled by Water Deer. Like all living beings across the Nine Continents and Four Seas drenched by the rain, his pupils had been infected, displaying scenes of the battle.

The only difference was—

his pupils had been infected willingly.

That made it more convenient for him to watch the battlefield. Why would he refuse?

The two great salvos—hearing their sound and seeing their forms—were quite interesting.

On the painting he was working on, Phoenix Yi, Disasterbringer, Xin Xichen, and all sorts of other figures appeared vividly to life.

Moreover, every creature in the painting could move. If one brought an ear close to the painting, one could even faintly hear the little figures inside speaking.

"Sorry, but I didn't let you speak, because it would have been troublesome to let you stay alive for ten seconds."

Inside the painting, the little figure of Xin Xichen was instantly killing the little figure of the Progenitor of Lightning Stone Puppets. "This combination is a little terrifying. Relying on the switching of the Heart of Rebirth—is this the power of pure suicide?"

They were vivid and lifelike, yet incomparably eerie.

The painting was replaying events that had happened not long before.

The painter's expression was utterly carefree. He could not help chuckling softly. "Another masterpiece destined to be handed down through the ages."

But in the very next moment,

Xin Xichen covered the entire battlefield with a formation, cutting it off from the outside world, and fought the awakened King of Embers inside.

This made him frown slightly. "The information has been cut off. I can't see