Even Lin Qi was not the only one. Zeus, the one linked to the information cluster, was himself being cleansed by those wisps of miracle. His originally faint humanity was steadily being filled in. Though the pace was slight and the process slow, it was unwavering.
Zhao Cheng merely watched as an observer. As for Zhao Dong, Zhao Cheng had activated a cheat for him in the Primordial Chaos Game, so he would not die quite so quickly.
Zhao Dong had not died yet, so he did not know that dying in there would not truly kill him. Under such circumstances, every danger could temper the mind to the greatest possible effect.
If he knew he could not die, he might still grow nervous and afraid when faced with danger, but that purest kind of despair could never take root.
The tempering effect on the mind would undoubtedly be reduced by a great deal.
As for how a casual gesture of his had rewritten the fates of many people and produced so many protagonist-like figures, inevitably causing enormous changes in the trajectory of the entire world, Zhao Cheng did not care much about that.
Change was a good thing. The more kaleidoscopic the world became, the more interesting Zhao Cheng found it.
If the world truly remained unchanged, it would have no vitality and no meaning. Compared to a scene where all living beings were ants, obediently following every rule, Zhao Cheng would rather see everyone become dragons, with a host of dragons rising together.
Not everyone had to battle Heaven and earth, existing solely to become stronger. Rather, they should all live for themselves, blaze their own paths, and head toward the ultimate end they envisioned.
For a person to pursue a single goal for an entire lifetime—regardless of