Li Tianming coughed, pretending he had not heard, and said, "The Fengling Star Wasteland in the Real World Dock was too vast. Even if we were given a hundred years, we might not make it through. Of course we had to return to the Guan Zizai Realm."
It was said that the weaker an Eonic God was, the greater the benefits they gained in the Guan Zizai Realm—for example, shorter journeys and better chances of escaping with their lives. But after reaching a certain level, the Guan Zizai Realm and the Real World Dock became equal.
Li Tianming did not know what exactly that so-called certain level was, for the speed and dimensions of the two worlds to become equal.
He had even heard Silver Dust say that some people claimed that once an Eonic God's strength surpassed a certain limit, the Guan Zizai Realm would instead weaken them.
Thus, it protected the weak and weakened the strong, achieving the goal of stopping war.
It was just that Li Tianming still had no concept of how strong that limit truly was.
He knew that his greatest heaven-defying trait was the Primordial Chaos Giant Beasts. Yet now, in this Real World Dock, neither he nor Yinghuo and the others had any idea what level of existence these Primordial Chaos Giant Beasts were—high or low.
Therefore, after arriving in this exaggerated world, Li Tianming's peerless confidence in his own talent had also been weakened to a degree.
He knew that he now had to keep his feet on the ground, reassess himself, reassess this world, and find his proper place.
In any case, he no longer had the right to get carried away.
This was a super world so terrifying it made people suffocate!
Just how vast did it have to be