The Painter is not looking forward to these old relics fighting each other.
The stage has been set, Xirong Manor Master, Jiu Shui, they're the main course he's been eagerly anticipating.
Painting any one of them represents the existence of a new cycle system, all historically breakthrough for his painting technique.
"Jiu Shui, just let it be, whether it can catch up remains to be seen."
"But why hasn't Xi Rong appeared yet, is it your Strong Luck that keeps your true form from showing up?"
In the Painter's view, at this stage, the Immortal Venerable's true form should appear no matter what, but controlling a Shadow Crocodile Giant God to enter the battlefield, what's the point?
Rather take a loss on the battlefield than let him paint?
...
On the battlefield.
Giants of both the Netherworld and the Immortal Realm are engaged in relentless slaughter.
Time rivers are drawn across the sky.
Rushing down like waterfalls, pouring onto the Immortal Venerables of both sides.
