As Wang Shouzheng lowered his head, Zhao Cheng immediately sensed a change in fortune. Dense white qi, threaded with a wisp of exceedingly faint golden qi, surged toward him. The golden qi was faint to the utmost extreme, yet its quality was exceptionally high.
Once the golden qi dispersed, that single wisp alone was equivalent to the qi of fifty people. More importantly, though the golden qi had dispersed, it still left behind a trace—a supreme principle of the earth contained within it. Yet this principle, like the golden qi itself, was faint to the utmost extreme.
Zhao Cheng was not surprised by this change. In this world, the only variable for him was the Doomsday Demon Fetus.
If something beyond his expectations had appeared just as things were getting underway, that would have been the real problem.
Of course, the Demon Fetus's infiltration of the earth had begun long ago. There were already quite a few of its pawns upon this land. If Zhao Cheng wished to establish a Dao kingdom upon the earth, this human body of his would inevitably come into conflict with those pawns sooner or later.
In truth, this human body was an extension of Zhao Cheng's hands and feet, while the Demon Fetus's pawns were likewise extensions of its own hands and feet.
Yet Zhao Cheng's methods were subtler than the Demon Fetus's. This body and that body were divided, yet also one; controlling them was as natural as moving his own limbs, without the slightest impediment.
Meanwhile, the Demon Fetus's true body remained in the Void. Even the great powers within the Void had not completely fallen at this point in time. At most, they had fallen ninety-nine percent; the remaining one percent could still create some obstacles for the Demon Fetus.
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