"Painter, you truly have no virtue! You deserve to die!"
When Ning Zheng returned to the Mountain Villa and saw that the painter had stopped bothering to hide in the Chosen of Destiny world, openly sending out the paintings of all living beings,
his eyelids began twitching violently.
This man was actually plotting to harm me!
How could Ning Zheng not know what he was trying to do?
He had noticed that Ning Zheng wanted to conceal this part of history, to hide the shape of the mysterious core he had covered up.
Even when the painter secretly spied from afar, he could not make out the core's shape. He did not know what Ning Zheng was hiding and had no idea what it was.
So he decisively painted this period of history, turning it into an eternal historical record to remain in the hearts of the people.
As long as the Daoist luck system continued to develop, people would one day follow the steps of their exploration of truth and discover that Ning Zheng was holding the secret of that core—and what he had been hiding.
Very good!
Very good indeed!
Ning Zheng was so furious that he laughed instead. He did not even consider killing the painter to silence him. He returned to the Chosen of Destiny world to retrieve the painting.
Because it was completely meaningless.
The more he tried to cover up history, the more curious the painter would become. He would send even more divine paintings into the Chosen of Destiny world, making all living beings remember this history.
There was no way to kill them all.
Let that mythological history and legend about the destruction of the Calamity remain there.
You want to expose my existence, so how could I not expose yours?
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