But now, everything had changed tremendously.
And in the current situation, enemies were naturally enemies—but an enemy's enemy was not necessarily a friend.
Zhao Cheng even pondered the differences between the original work and reality. From small signs, he could see the larger picture, and he could not help suspecting that some immortals, Buddhas, and divine beings might have come to the mortal world long ago.
The immortals, Buddhas, and divine beings were not necessarily a single whole either.
Even the Heavenly Demons' side might not be a single whole.
Otherwise, there was no reason for him to suddenly awaken after Primordial's reincarnated tribulation.
One had to know that Primordial authority in the Void had long since been demon-tainted.
Zhao Cheng moved through the mountain forest at tremendous speed. In only about a quarter of an hour, he crossed more than a hundred li of woodland and arrived at the mountaintop.
At this moment, all that remained here were the shattered Five-Colored Altar and a jade tablet broken into who knew how many pieces.
"Light and darkness, born as twins—this isn't Daoist magic, but Void authority..."
"It seems the limits of heaven and earth are growing ever more fragile."
Zhao Cheng spread out his perception, using his will to capture every trace within the Void.
Although the traces here had already been thrown into disarray by someone using superior Daoist arts, Zhao Cheng, as a powerhouse with half a Great Luo Dao Fruit, could still return to the root and trace back to the source, restoring many things.
"Fan Qingmeng..."
Zhao Cheng murmured the name, recalling scattered fragments of information transmitted to him by the Primordial authority.
The Primordial authority did not know Fan Qingmeng, but it knew the Mystic Maiden of Nine Heavens.
This being, like Primordial, was an