As Zhao Cheng's thoughts turned, the mechanisms of the Hyper-Dimensional Battlefield did not change with them. At this moment, the black qi within the river of time was forcibly stripped away from below, condensing into form above the years.
For this single instance dungeon, Zhao Cheng had ruthlessly studied the apocalypse factor over and over. This thing was difficult to deal with in the extreme.
At the same time, the more Zhao Cheng studied it, the more he understood its terrifying nature. Only by relying on the elevation of the hyper-dimensional could it be completely separated from dimensional spacetime. This meant that, in terms of level, the apocalypse was at least at the pinnacle of a dimension.
As the black qi surged, numerous points of light also rushed out from the river, gathering within the skin behind Zhao Cheng and making the essence of the Dawn War Robe ever more extraordinary.
The light of all living beings' minds was, in a sense, itself synonymous with miracles.
Zhao Cheng even suspected that the Miracle Points he received each time he cleared an instance dungeon might be a kind of spiritual power of an extremely lofty essence—the ultimate miracle born after vast spiritual power had been refined countless times and transformed countless times.
Otherwise, a mere bubble universe should, by all reason, have been incapable of brewing such power.
While the apocalypse factor in the distance was still gathering, Zhao Cheng reached out and seized the two points of light beneath his feet in his hand.
These two points of light were so light that Zhao Cheng could barely feel their weight.
Yet judging by their size, Zhao Cheng could sense just how weak they were. If he were currently the size of an ordinary person, these two points of light would