"Scattered grains of sand remain scattered grains of sand no matter how numerous they are. No matter how many there are, they still cannot kill Xian."
"But this Bronze Statue Emperor could twist all their strength into a single rope. Only then did he defeat Xian."
"And his divine ability was one called the Great Golden Body."
The black-clad female physician said, "Then you have his portrait?"
"I never did."
"At that time, I had not yet mastered painting, and that ancient bronze giant had already died."
The painter took out a stack of portraits. "However, after studying his descendants and combining them, I can make a weakened version of the Great Golden Body."
"Back then, the Bronze Emperor defeated Xian. This time, gathering the strength of this scattered mass of sand should still work."
With that, he flung figures of Bai Xingling in all sorts of forms from his portraits: an old man, a young man, a stubbled brawny man, and a cold, gloomy youth in black.
The Bai Xinglings of different forms fused together. The bloodlines of countless descendants converged, and they actually gained several measures of a terrifying, mysterious majesty.
"Now, it has seventy or eighty percent of that fellow's former presence. Next, lend me your body."
He reached out and grabbed. Pieces of the counterfeit Chronicle of Ages flew up, transforming into the figure of a golden Bronze Emperor.
Boom!
A powerful Bronze Emperor suddenly appeared.
And as False Xin Xichen had just revived, he ignited the kindling once more. It joined together and spread across everyone.
The revived False Xin Xichen, False Zhao Zai, all the heroes throughout history, the Ning Zheng version of the Bronze Emperor that had appeared earlier, and even the painter himself swiftly entered the Bronze Emperor.
"This time, I won't