"Zhao Cheng, I feel like there's something wrong with the difficulty of this thing you asked me to do!"
In the real world, inside the Four-Dimensional Pocket, Zhao Xiaoxiang wore a numb expression.
This was already her fifteenth failed attempt at sneaking across.
"Is there perhaps a possibility that, while this is indeed a hundred-millionth bit difficult, the more crucial issue is that you're just too useless?"
Zhao Cheng sat cross-legged atop a boulder. Platinum-gold patterns flowed across his body with an ancient aura, as though he had existed before Heaven and Earth were first opened, enduring all the way to this day.
Before him floated countless images of light and shadow. Every one of them showed events occurring on the parallel spacetime battlefield at the edge of his vision—some from the present, some from the past, and some from the future, viewed from countless perspectives.
The flow of time in the real world was not synchronized with that of the parallel spacetime.
And in this relatively short span of time, Zhao Cheng had gained many more mysteries of time by having Zhao Xiaoxiang and the King of Light sneak into the spacetime battlefield. His entire being seemed even more ancient now.
As for the experiences of the other him in the parallel spacetime, they were in truth his own experiences. He was synchronized with them at every moment. Otherwise, how could the backflow of fate be so easily crushed?!
The King of Light was merely the spark that started it all. What mattered most was still his own power.
Otherwise, if they truly relied on the King of Light's Wisdom, the whole thing would probably be doomed.
Still, Zhao Cheng had some doubts. When he slaughtered the dragon, he had actually fallen into an illusion for an instant. That