In truth, the price of the Eternal Calamity Sword went far beyond this.
Not only could the avatar on the spacetime battlefield not preserve itself within that eternal instant of solidification, even the other-self avatars Zhao Cheng had enlightened were inexorably headed for extinction.
At present, Zhao Cheng did not possess the ability to condense other-self avatars out of thin air. He could only enlighten the other selves that existed in his parallel timelines. For now, this loss was impossible to make up for.
Indeed, had he not exploited the Panel's mechanisms and used the Hyper-Dimensional Body as a substitute for death, he would have been doomed to die after striking such a sword.
This was the price of toying with time.
The great power of time was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.
In reality, several more days passed. During those days, Zhao Cheng had been busy communicating with parallel timelines, attempting to nurture the seed condensed when his unique-state avatar on the spacetime battlefield had vanished.
If he had truly died completely, that seed would naturally have been useless.
But since he had not died, he could use it to evolve another other-self.
The only problem was that catalyzing the seed was immensely time-consuming and laborious. With his current attainments, so long as another version of himself existed in a parallel timeline, enlightening it took only a few seconds.
Yet catalyzing this seed had taken him several whole days before it finally showed even the slightest change.
More and more people gathered in South City. Those who had once signed contracts with Zhao Cheng came together and formed an alliance to search for the vanished Zhao Cheng.
Yet no matter what methods they used, they could not find the slightest trace that Zhao Cheng had ever existed—apart from their