Forty giant rats exerted themselves at once. The force was beyond question, and more importantly, each of them possessed extraordinary power, directly slicing through the magnetic field and carrying the entire imperial carriage through the sky. The bursting magnetic light, seen from afar, looked like a flawless, dazzling lotus.
As for Zhao Cheng atop that "lotus," his eyes were lowered. When he sat unmoving and unshaken, he somehow exuded a subtle air of compassion.
Yet if one looked only at his physique, it would be impossible to associate him with compassion. The muscle lines across his body, the muscles spanning his back, directly outlined an intricate character for "Tyrant." Every stroke seemed filled with power capable of shattering the void.
The muscles on his front, meanwhile, vaguely traced the ancient character for "Dao"—dragons and serpents entwined, thus forming the Dao.
Zhao Cheng's interpretation of this was that even the world itself acknowledged him, believing him to be a man with the Dao in his heart. Otherwise, why would the mark of the Dao appear upon his body?!
As for his understanding of the word "Tyrant," Zhao Cheng believed it did not mean tyranny, but rather symbolized strength.
After all, everything he did was to guide all living beings, to free the shackles in their hearts and let them live as their truest selves. This was the edification of the Sage Path, and it ought to bring boundless merit. How could it be tyranny?
Beyond the lines of muscle across his body, there was also an incomplete Crown mark outlined in gold between Zhao Cheng's brows.
This mark had not been cultivated by him. Rather, after he became Invincible Under Heaven, the strongest among all Evolvers, the remnants of the Evolution Sequence bestowed upon him their final power—the power of a