"Your Majesty, I will ask the ministers to come in and protect you..." a priest said while protecting the injured Emperor Jingzhen and the high priest and retreating.
"Shut up, no one is allowed to leave the temple, otherwise they will be killed without mercy. If any news of what happened today spreads, you will all die." Emperor Jingzhen said with a gloomy face and gritted his teeth.
Emperor Jingzhen could not imagine how much impact it would have on the Qin State if a big change occurred in the Great Qin Ancestral Temple and the news that he was seriously injured spread. The losses that the Qin State would suffer by then would be immeasurable.
Emperor Jingzhen would never allow that to happen, and he also firmly believed that the old man in the painting could solve the current problem.
"Father." Qin Bai walked up to Emperor Jingzhen with a cry. He had never seen Emperor Jingzhen look like this, with disheveled hair, blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and a pale face with a green air.
"Don't be afraid Bai'er, it's okay." Emperor Jingzhen patted Qin Bai's head and asked a close aide to take Qin Bai out of the ancestral temple first.
Although the prince's first departure from the ancestral temple would arouse suspicion, Emperor Jingzhen was not willing to risk Qin Bai's life. This was his only son Jingzhen, and there could be no mistakes.
He forced himself to smile, then looked at Han Sen behind Qin Bai and said, "Are you Han Sen? I have long wanted to meet you, but I didn't expect to meet you at this time. It's true what the master said.
No, you are an unusual person."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for showing up uninvited." Han Sen said casually. His mind was not on Emperor Jing Zhen at all, he was always paying attention to the old man and Wan'er in the painting.
"Your Majesty, who is the old man in the painting?" Han Sen saw that the old man in the painting was full of divine energy and had no humanity at all. He looked like a god, not a human being.
"It's good to come uninvited. If you hadn't come, Bai'er would have been in danger." Emperor Jingzhen paused and then said: "That venerable is not a human being, but a supreme god. He was already comparable to him before eternity.
The existence of twelve destructive level gods."
"An existence comparable to twelve destructive gods?" Han Sen was slightly startled. Such a god was not in the temple, so how could it be in a painting by Qin Zugao.
Emperor Jingzhen did not hide anything and said: "I don't know much about the origin of this venerable person. I only know that he was a powerful man invited by an ancestor to guard the ancestral temple. Legend has it that he is an ancient god who lived ten years ago."
The Erzhengshen was already extremely powerful before, but I checked all the information and could not find any information related to this venerable one."
Hearing Emperor Jingzhen's words, Han Sen's heart was moved. The divine radiance on the old man in the painting was indeed extremely powerful. Even the goddess Setsuna whom Han Sen had fought with before did not have such terrifying divine radiance.
But apart from the twelve destructive gods, only the one from the Gene Temple has such brilliance, and the old man in the painting is not among them.
If we must say that there are still such powerful gods, it can only come from before the universe was restarted.
Han Sen heard from the master of the temple that because of the restart of the universe, the power of the gods in the sky has been greatly weakened. The goddess Han Sen killed before was not the goddess of instants at her peak. Because of the restart of the universe, the power of the gods was greatly weakened.
The goddess has not yet recovered the divine power that a destructive-level god should have originally.
Existences like the old man in the painting are probably powerful gods before the universe was restarted. For some unknown reason, they were not affected by the restart of the universe, so they could possess such terrifying divine brilliance.
But even though the old man is comparable to the destructive god at his peak, Han Sen doesn't think he can match Wan'er in this state.
Wan'er's eyes remained the same, as if she didn't hear what the old man in the painting said, and she walked forward step by step, as if she didn't even look at the old man in the painting.
"Everything in the world is painted." The old man in the painting seemed to be angered by Wan'er's contempt. He paused with the wooden stick in his hand, and suddenly a magical power spread towards Wan'er.
Han Sen has seen Emperor Xieqing's power to turn drawn things into entities, but he has never seen the power to turn entities into paintings.
Due to the brilliance of the old man in the painting, the real things in the Ancestral Temple have turned into two-dimensional pictures.
It's as if the real scene has turned into a two-dimensional animation, everything has become so unreal.
However, Wan'er, who was covered in golden flames, was not affected by the power. She still walked step by step in the air. The power seemed to have no effect on her at all.
The face of the old man in the painting changed slightly. He was the god of painting. Before the universe was restarted, he was a destructive-level righteous god. At that time, there were more than twelve destructive-level righteous gods.
But later he chose to degenerate and join the Divine Chaos Society. In the final battle, in order to escape the catastrophe of the restart of the universe, he hid in a scroll with supreme divine power, and thus escaped.
It has not been erased by the power of restarting the universe.
But he didn't want to be trapped in the scroll. Later, an emperor of the Qin State got the sacred painting by chance and accidentally opened the sacred painting, so that the painting god was able to escape from the trap.
In order to repay the emperor of Qin and find a place to settle down, the painting god who had lost his temple long ago agreed to guard the ancestral temple of Qin and accept the worship of the Qin royal family.
The Painting God had also heard the legend of Qin Xiu and Qin Wan'er, but at that time he was still trapped in the sacred painting and had never seen Qin Xiu and Qin Wan'er with his own eyes, so he didn't take such legends seriously.
Human beings rely on the power of the bloodline of gods and genetic species, no matter how strong they can be, but the Wan'er in front of him now forced him to treat it with caution.
Seeing that his power of painting god could not affect Wan'er in the slightest, the divine radiance all over the painting god's body suddenly condensed on the wooden staff in his hand.
The wine bottle hanging on the top of the wooden stick flew up automatically and poured out an ink-like liquid. The painting god dipped the top of the wooden stick into the ink, and like a huge pen, guided the ink towards Wan'er.
The world seemed to turn into a painting in an instant. Wherever the wooden staff of the Painting God touched, the space stained by ink immediately turned into a chaotic darkness, as if it were blackened drawing paper. Regardless of the original drawing paper,
Whatever is painted on it disappears once it is blackened with ink.
As long as anything was painted with the ink on the wooden stick, it would be immediately submerged in the darkness and chaos. The old man waved the wooden stick in his hand, and in an instant, one end of the temple was painted black, and half of the temple was turned into black.
A state of darkness and chaos, and Wan'er was in it.
The current state of the temple looks extremely weird. Half of it is the original temple, while the other half has become a dark chaos like a two-dimensional world.