Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 1278: Hanging on the Wall

The gray fluid of the amorphous blob roiled. More and more mutated growths and abominations were visible within the main body's flesh, crying out shrilly.

Finally, there was also a golden-haired loli. The painting was done from the perspective of an ordinary-seeming man in light of these fantastic existences. Behind the man was a young man, clearly with martial might.

The man was Li Zongming; the young man was Zhang Lie.

From the perspective and shading of the image, the man in golden armor, the frost spirit queen, the black fog, the black skeleton, and the amorphous gray blob were located in darkness, while Li Zongming and Zhang Lie were illuminated by the light. The giant clam stood at the intersection of light and darkness.

Around the long table were no walls or ceilings, only a huge pillar from which the skies beyond could be seen. The sun hung in the air, and dark and stormy clouds besides. Black rain and snow challenged each other for domination; the entire scene seemed apocalyptic.

The mood of the meeting was quite tense, and Li Zongming and Zhang Lie seemed about to start a fight with the others.

Neither of them were afraid, and nor were they about to retreat. Their eyes were filled with heroism and will; it was apparent that they were meant to represent the side of justice.

The golden-haired loli flipped a coin through the air. Colorful orbs wound round her neck, her eyes were like a stellar river, and her face was cold and desolate.

The man in golden armor, the frost spirit queen, the black fog, the black skeleton, and the amorphous gray blob were clearly antagonistic, whereas the golden-haired loli was standing by the giant clam's side.

Zhang Lie immediately recognized that this oil painting depicted the superior kings' meeting.

The man in golden armor, the frost spirit queen, the black fog, the black skeleton, and the amorphous gray blob represented the superior kings of antiquity, respectively the solar king, the ice queen, the king of black fog, the king of black rain, the unclean king. The golden loli was none other than the king of keys, whereas the huge black clam that straddled the intersection of light and darkness was the king of chaos.

Zhu cocked her head curiously. "And what's described in this image?"

Chu Feng replied, "I have no clue. The Zongming king sent someone to request that this painting be hung here."

Zhang Lie explained, "This is the scene of the superior kings' meeting, which occurred right before the war against the death spirits."

The third oil painting they saw was one of four worlds. The first possessed countless suns and had a golden mulberry tree at its center. The second was covered with ice, snow, blizzard, and hail. The third had deep abyssal trenches brimming with poisonous gas. Vile amorphous gray matter quivered and swelled all over the surface of the world, as though it were the source of all filth and waste.

The gray fluid of the amorphous blob roiled. More and more mutated growths and abominations were visible within the main body's flesh, crying out shrilly.

A fourth world was covered in black fog; a fifth had a huge door of light.

Zhang Lie recognized the worlds of the superior kings of antiquity.

Each world was heralded by a gigantic figure. Before the world of countless suns was a golden figure with a sun to his back, representing the world of blazing sun and the solar king.

The world shrouded by ice, snow, blizzard, and hail lay behind someone who looked like a frost spirit queen, representing the white world and the ice queen.

Before the world of black fog was none other than a vaguely humanoid-shaped pile of fog, which seemed to have merged with the world of black fog to form one cohesive whole, representing the world of black fog and the king of black fog.

The world of abyssal trenches represented the unclean world and the king of evil.

Before the door of light was a silver giant, representing the king of keys.

Behind Li Zongming was Mt. Tian, corresponding to the Zongming world.

Behind the draconian sage were the draconians and humans, corresponding to the draconian world.

Behind the Lie king were all sorts of different races, corresponding to the scaleman world.

The worlds were divided into up an ddown. Zhang Lie and the members of Team Zenith were facing off against the superior worlds of antiquity, depicting the war of the worlds.

On the other side of the corridor was hung another painting.

Zhang Lie had lifted the sword Guicang high into the air. Behind him were the members of Team Zenith, Red Comet, and then a massive group of humans and aliens: the troop of warlords, and the fighters and warriors from the draconian world, the Zongming world, and the scaleman world.

Zhang Lie asked, "This painting was painted by someone from the Milky Way, then?"

Chu Feng seemed surprised. "I'm shocked you were able to recognize this, Zhang Lie."

Zhang Lie's lips twitched. "Anyone who's seen it before would recognize this as 'Liberty Leading the People'."

Chu Feng gave him a thumbs up. "Even so, Zhang Lie, you recognized it immediately!"

"You drew this?"

"I hung it here."

The fifth oil painting was of a cataclysm. The realm itself was collapsing. In the backdrop, a spatial rift was emerging from a black hole, which was sucking countless worlds within. Beneath the rift was a palace. Zhu floated in the air, a five-colored draconic orb manifesting behind her, as she held onto a gigantic jade seal with both hands.

This was a scene of the collapse of the three thousand worlds.

The painting that hung opposite it was a close-up of what was happening within the palace. Zhu was floating in the air, and above her head was a scene right out of an apocalypse. Countless boulders and world fragments had been sucked into the spatial rift, but Zhu was holding onto what she could.

The sculpture of Zhu outside seemed to have been taken directly from her appearance in this painting.

The sixth oil painting was a depiction of the formation of the unified world, and the joy that filled every living being's face. Plants were growing furiously; this painting seemed to balance out the cataclysmic forces at play in the last two oil paintings, resulting in equilibrium once more. An illusory five-colored dragon scale manifested over the painting.

Zhu pointed at the opposite wall. "Is there nothing here yet?"

"It's a reserved spot to commemorate the premier meeting of the high council of the third realm."

Zhang Lie clapped. "Zhu, you can be in another painting!"

Zhu chuckled at Zhang Lie. "Haha, you've already appeared three or four times in these paintings, Zhang Lie. A third appearance for me is hardly anything worth mentioning."