It was like a traveler who had wandered for countless years suddenly returning to the first place he had ever called home—a tiny room, warm lights, fragrant meat soup, a variety show playing on the computer. Having just stepped out of a hot shower, dressed in dry, comfortable clothes, he sat before the computer and took a sip of the hot soup.
Outside, wind howled and rain lashed down, yet that tiny room stood as firm and immovable as a mountain.
As for power, Zhao Cheng glanced into the future. In one possibility, he failed to keep his strength properly restrained. When he moved, he exerted just a tiny bit too much force—and then an entire universe burst apart like soap bubbles with a bang. The universe turned to dust, and the sea of stars was annihilated.
Destroying a universe was neither difficult nor easy. The larger something was, the more fragile it could sometimes be. A low building might be fine even if several walls were torn down, but for a skyscraper, all it took was breaking a few crucial pillars. Even if the fracture in those pillars was only a millimeter thick, once broken, they were broken. After that came the collapse of the great building.
Zhao Cheng's power reached down to the particle level. If the universe were compared to a building, his power bypassed the concrete and severed the steel reinforcement directly.
In this state, if someone gave him a Grand Sovereign trial card, he felt he could fight three of them.
As for whether he could win, he could not guarantee it. Three hegemonic civilizations that had remained invincible for countless years having some limit-breaking trump cards was perfectly normal.
In the void, Zhao Cheng briefly moved his body. None of the accidents he had