Without question, in this era, within the multiverse, the race born at the central point was the orthodox lineage of heaven and earth for this age.
Yet without strength, so-called orthodoxy was little more than a symbol.
As the saying went, he whose troops were strong and horses stout became the Son of Heaven.
All they had to do was wipe out Earth's race and have their own people occupy this point. Even blowing up the Earth Universe would not matter. They merely needed to create another world at the original point, then let their race multiply within it. In just a few generations, orthodoxy would naturally shift over.
This was what was meant by wanting the land, not the people.
Of course, there was one prerequisite: the former orthodox lineage had to be completely exterminated. Otherwise, even if a single one remained, they would dilute a certain unseen power.
After learning this, Zhao Cheng immediately understood that his ability to comprehend Origin so easily was also closely related to this place.
And without question, the more crucial this place was, the more perilous the situation of Earth civilization—and his own—became.
But upon thinking it over, Zhao Cheng found that it could not really become much more dangerous. After all, he was already the enemy of the entire world. He was not afraid of giving his enemies a few more reasons to kill him.
He already had enough enemies. A few more made little difference. At worst, he would fight heaven, fight men, fight Gods and Devils—just the thing to temper himself.
What he sought to achieve was an unprecedented Dao Fruit, one that would even transcend the current dimension. Once he attained it, he would be truly invincible beneath the heavens.
Even if the reincarnated Dao Venerable and the