Previously, Zhao Cheng had not cared much about the development of Earth Civilization, because there was not much he could gain from civilization.
To him, civilization's significance was more that of a tiny anchor for his mind. He had grown up here, so he naturally held some concern for civilization—but asking him to meticulously grasp every aspect of its development was impossible.
The current supreme powerhouses devoted themselves to driving civilization's evolution mainly so they could draw spiritual energy from it, advancing their own cultivation.
Their spiritual worlds were intimately tied to civilization's level of development.
Even now, with this apocalypse event—the changes in people's hearts, the turn in the future, humanity opening up new paths and brewing greater hope—the spiritual worlds of those supreme powerhouses who had dedicated themselves to civilization's development and whose minds resonated with civilization had all suddenly grown by a great deal.
But for Zhao Cheng, if civilization was to serve as an anchor for his mind, then it would be best for him if civilization remained eternally fixed at its current stage.
It was like how familiar things could always evoke memories of old times. Many people played the games they had played as children or ate the snacks they had eaten in childhood not because those old games had been so fun or those old snacks so tasty. Indeed, since the times had advanced, most modern games and foods surpassed those of the past.
Yet many still chose the old things.
Because those things could remind them of the past and allow them to draw spiritual energy from it.
Even the most solemn person, when something brought back beautiful moments from childhood, could not help but smile.
Still, though keeping civilization eternally fixed was indeed most beneficial to him, Zhao Cheng was not