Now that Mu Hongyu had awakened, it was foreseeable that the realities condensed into anchor points would soon return as well. This meant that the future Primordial Spacetime—even the entire multiverse—would undergo enormous changes because of it.
Cultivation becoming easier and flourishing ever more would become inevitable.
For Zhao Cheng, in a sense, this was also a good thing. If he was strong enough to contend with those great powers, then since they could contend, they could naturally discuss the Dao as equals.
Such exchanges would undoubtedly bring tremendous benefits to his cultivation.
But if he was not strong enough, then faced with someone like him who had cheats, any great power would probably find it hard to resist studying him.
Beyond that, Zhao Cheng could not help but wonder: those many great powers had fallen asleep because of the great calamity, then arranged contingencies in this era to awaken. Could what they were pursuing be the cheat on him?
Thinking it over carefully, only something so utterly unreasonable seemed worthy of being pursued by great powers.
If he had relied on his own efforts to cultivate bit by bit to where he was now, he would not be worried about the return of great powers. But as things stood, Zhao Cheng felt a little pressure.
And so, after circling around and around, things seemed to return to the matter of the whole world being his enemy.
Clearly, he had done nothing, yet because he had grown too tall and too large, the entire world came to beat him up.
Still, Zhao Cheng saw things clearly. As long as he was strong enough, that was all that mattered.
It had only been a few years, and he had already reached such a realm. Give him a few more years, and