In the distant past, on the Blue Star.
"The painter has finally gone mad, it's rare to see him show his face." In the e-sports hotel, Xin Xichen and Ning Zheng sat on leather recliners, playing an old-style controller game together.
"I always thought he was a war fanatic."
Xin Xichen proudly sneered, "But he also got his wish, building the ultimate perfect artwork in his eyes, the Chronicles of Time."
"He really is an artist who pursues the ultimate dream." A trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, "Our entire Nine-State world was merely an experimental field for the Chronicles of Time."
Xin Xichen continually manipulated the controller, playing the level-clearing game.
"On the contrary, I think he's just like those protagonists of the Moderate Stream in storybooks." Ning Zheng joked, with a grasp in the void, retrieved a large pile of physical web novel books of this era,
