Afterward, Zhao Cheng turned his gaze farther afield. The power of the Quasi-Unique State could not extend beyond the Ecological Laboratory's environment, but his gaze could.
His self-destruction would take time, and he had no intention of wasting it.
Indeed, his cognition had already transformed. But once this state ended, without its support, he would still be able to see many things afterward—just not with such clarity.
He first surveyed Primordial Spacetime and clearly saw what distinguished it from other spacetimes. It was not a difference in spatial vastness, nor were heaven and earth heavier, or the rules and laws denser. Rather, it possessed an intensity of reality so profound it reached the absolute extreme.
It was as though, among the myriad spacetimes, only Primordial Spacetime was real, while all other spacetime dimensions were merely phantoms born from the reflection of the void.
Zhao Cheng understood. If one wished to comprehend the origin, one could only do so in Primordial Spacetime.
But comprehending the origin was not a necessary condition for attaining a state above Creation.
Without question, Primordial Spacetime held other mysteries as well.
After that, Zhao Cheng shifted his gaze toward a place even farther from Primordial Spacetime.
Zhao Cheng saw boundless mist. Looking from outside inward, the mist seemed capable of obscuring everything; yet from within, one could see outside with perfect clarity, without one's vision being blocked in the slightest.
Zhao Cheng immediately understood why, throughout the long ages, the powerhouses and mighty civilizations deep within the multiverse had never managed to find Primordial Spacetime.
This primordial land had been hidden away by a group of unimaginably powerful beings.
Those powerhouses had extracted the reality of heaven and earth and condensed it into anchors, causing Primordial Spacetime to shrink continuously and cultivation to grow ever more