In reality, Zhao Cheng opened his eyes. His aura surged sharply upward by a huge margin, only to abruptly subside a moment later.
It had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of being instantly killed. Of course, it did not really count as an instant kill, since he had severed one of the other party's fingers.
Indeed, a single finger was nothing remarkable, but one had to remember that his opponent was nearly immortal.
In fact, if the Dark Emperor had cared even the slightest bit about his own injuries, Zhao Cheng would not have died from that strike.
But the other party was far too cold and rational—not the coldness and rationality of a machine devoid of emotion, but another kind altogether, born from looking down upon all things with absolute transcendence.
It was practically a transcendent sort of divinity!
And that was what Zhao Cheng found most terrifying about him. That transcendence surpassed even strength itself.
Still, though he had been killed, Zhao Cheng felt it had been well worth it.
He was not even in a hurry to head to the time anchor a hundred years in the past to see whether he could clear the stage from that point in time.
He could tell that before the Dark Emperor had fully gestated, he could not possibly have been as powerful as he was now.
But compared to clearing the stage, Zhao Cheng wanted even more to completely seize the opportunity of the fifth tribulation degree—the Primordial Origin Kalpa!
At the same time, Zhao Cheng pondered how he had previously comprehended the light of immortality and divided immortality into four levels: without immortality, extreme immortality, strong immortality, and immortality itself. Among them, immortality corresponded to Great Abyss's level.
Yet at this moment, the