Zhao Cheng's mind spread outward, tracing causes and connections back from the result. His thoughts were many, but as he set his mind in motion, extraordinary mental force erupted. A power that seemed ethereal and insubstantial, yet possessed an extraordinary texture, revealed its might.
His countless tangled thoughts were like a nebula, and at this moment, the nebula was collapsing—from a state where contradictions coexisted into a single, unique outcome.
As the saying went, part the fog and point straight to the source. If he were merely seeking an ordinary truth, Zhao Cheng needed only one glance to make everything clear.
But when it involved Primordial Spacetime, when it involved miraculous power such as Miracle Points, it was entirely different.
That so-called clarity at a glance only applied when the thing's essence did not surpass his own.
If it concerned something of a higher essence, it was not as though he could see nothing at all, but there had to be enough elements present, and he had to expend an enormous amount of mental force.
As for how much he could ultimately glimpse, that depended on fate.
For cultivators, as their level of life rose, all manner of powerful premonitions would emerge. In essence, this ability was a glimpse of the external environment, provided that environment did not surpass one's own essence.
In ancient times, in those archaic ages, shamans used all kinds of rituals and dances, yarrow stalks, turtle shells, jade slips... and other objects to divine fortune and calamity. There was something of trying to forcibly glimpse things of a higher essence despite their own essence being insufficient.
The results gained from such divinations were usually vague—only a broad direction, without the slightest detail.
Of course, with Zhao Cheng's current exploration and mastery of dimensions and truth, he