In the real world, Zhao Cheng was currently in the state of the Hyper-Dimensional Body, yet his consciousness had already left his body and sunk into a blood-red spacetime.
Within the boundless crimson seemed to lie strange patterns, while soft whispers drifted repeatedly into Zhao Cheng's ears.
His thoughts grew somewhat unfocused. By all reason, with his current strength of mind, nothing should have been able to make him lose himself. Yet in this place, he gradually forgot himself.
When he had first arrived, he still remembered that he needed to explore this miraculous place, uncover the truth behind the curse, and find a way to break it. But little by little, he forgot. After that came falling—falling without end.
Until, in reality, his Hyper-Dimensional Body weathered away in an instant, as though it had endured the washing of trillions of years.
And as the Hyper-Dimensional Body perished, Zhao Cheng's true body appeared once more.
There was no doubt that the power to sever cultivation was terrifying. He was still far from sufficient at present.
Afterward, Zhao Cheng raised his head and looked upward. Passing through the boundary of the Four-Dimensional Pocket, he clearly saw the apocalyptic world drawing ever closer overhead.
As that world approached—or rather, as the hearts of people in the real world changed—Zhao Cheng could clearly sense that the Light of Civilization of humanity was growing stronger at an astonishing rate.
This was a transformation brought about by changes in people's hearts.
If the apocalyptic world had not appeared above everyone's heads, but had only entered everyone's world through text, images, and videos, then even if people had likewise set out to save the world, it would have been absolutely impossible to bring about such a change.
But reality was that an entire world had first