Below, the long river condensed from the ages surged with towering waves. Yet before Zhao Cheng reached the hyper-dimensional state, he witnessed the convergence and collapse of parallel spacetime. The parallel worldlines he had opened through simulation after simulation now all vanished like smoke and scattered clouds. Only karmic traces connected to lives that had not been assimilated by the apocalypse remained.
Spacetime could collapse, but its traces were not so easily dispersed. At the same time, Zhao Cheng discovered that he could spend an extremely small amount of fire to turn these traces into powerful corrective force over the ages.
But Zhao Cheng was not paying much attention to that at the moment. Instead, the two points of light beneath his feet drew his gaze.
Those points of light were also upon the river condensed from the ages. More precisely, part of them lay above the river, while another part—their shadows—was reflected within it.
Only the points on the river's surface were their true essence. What lay below was merely an illusory bubble and phantom.
That was why, when Zhao Cheng had swung his sword below, even the mighty finite-order power of the Super-Dimensional Sword had been unable to touch those two points of light.
At present, Zhao Cheng was still unable to comprehend just what kind of state the height of the hyper-dimensional dimension represented. Though, before his eyes, he had temporarily set foot on the hyper-dimensional plane through the Hyper-Dimensional Body sustained by Starfire, where even the flow of time could not touch him.
He could even alter time at will without needing to bear time's weight or suffer its backlash.
Though rewriting the ages consumed fire, that consumption was the cost of wielding the Hyper-Dimensional Body, not a cost used to offset time's backlash.
Zhao Cheng