For him now, accelerating the time of a region of space—even an entire universe—was not difficult. A universe was indeed vast, but in terms of combat power, he had already surpassed the Heavenly Lord of several epochs ago, who had watched epochs rise and perish from his seat.
The difficulty he faced now was how to separate the time anchor of the Earth Universe from that of the Primordial Spacetime.
Not long afterward, invisible radiance suddenly erupted from Zhao Cheng's body. In the physical world, light had a finite speed; to travel from one end of the universe to the other required a long span of time.
But the light upon Zhao Cheng's body was cast down from a higher dimension. Thus, at almost the same instant, it shrouded the entire universe and even spread beyond it.
Time stirred like water, yet after only a single ripple, it returned without a trace.
This attempt still failed.
However, it deepened Zhao Cheng's understanding of time.
Afterward, Zhao Cheng turned his gaze toward the apocalyptic world. There were not many survivors in that world; even if all of them were integrated into the Cosmic Federation, they would merely be a drop melting into the sea, incapable of raising any waves.
Yet Zhao Cheng knew very clearly that once this step was accomplished, it would be the first step in opening Heaven and earth—an undertaking of extraordinary significance.
The number of people was not important. What mattered was putting the path into practice.
Just like an ancient founding emperor: when he had still been an ordinary person, the first person he killed might have been nothing more than a hooligan, a nobody among nobodies, but its significance was utterly different.
Because killing itself was the greatest challenge to the old order. No matter