And the moment this stick-figure person descended, it directly merged with the vessel of the Sovereign of this place. It was like the finishing touch that brought a painted dragon to life—the entire Sovereign seemed utterly different.
Below, sixty years of time were collapsing. It seemed that this artificial environment could no longer bear the Sovereign's essence, and everything was about to return to nature.
Behind the Sovereign, the phantom image of a pyramid emerged. Within the tower, a blaze burned fiercely—the fire of civilization.
After all, it was a hegemon-class civilization. At this moment, having spared no cost, the strength of the Sovereign's vessel had increased enormously.
Even Zhao Cheng now sensed a trace of danger from the other party.
Before this, when he faced the Sovereign's vessel, he had been utterly crushing it. The only reason he had not cut the vessel down with a single stroke was simply because a Quasi-Unique State was not so easily killed. In such a state, the greatest strength was not destructive power, but survivability.
In terms of power, the Sovereign could not compare to him.
The reason was nothing else but distance. For him, the distance from Primordial Spacetime to the spacetime battlefield meant that his power could descend here with almost no loss.
The Sovereign, meanwhile, had previously only been controlling things remotely. Let alone descending in person, it had not even been an incarnation. It was not that the Sovereign was unwilling to send down an incarnation, but that it could not do so.
Even with an anchor in place, sending a person into space and directly using a machine to contact a satellite in space were difficulties of an entirely different order.
But now, this temporary vessel of the Sovereign was beginning to transform into an incarnation.
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