Their will was the will of the Heaven Beyond Heaven world. They governed the myriad Dao of heaven and earth; every person and every object was a piece on their chessboard. Yet even so, with thirty-six against one, Zhao Cheng was actually showing signs of breaking free.
This astonished them beyond belief. Such a figure had achieved such attainments in barely over twenty years.
One had to know that although these Imperial Lords had been mortals while alive, even Cang, the latest to ascend to heaven, had cultivated in the void for nearly a billion years.
And those billion years of cultivation had not been spent practicing out of thin air. They had been able to peruse the creations of the older Imperial Lords among them.
This was a rule Jun had set in the earliest days.
Naturally, each of them had held something back. They had not handed over their most essential secrets.
Thus, they could not help but marvel. As expected of someone who had nearly forged a Dao Kingdom upon the earth.
And as they marveled, their resolve to kill Zhao Cheng only grew firmer.
As for Zhao Cheng, having fallen into that Heaven Beyond Heaven divine ability, he revolved through it without end. Though he could not break free for the moment, throughout the process, his connection to the spirit of humanity grew ever closer. Humanity's essence was survival, was refusal to yield. Following heaven was not humanity's Dao, nor was defying heaven humanity's Dao.
Humanity's Dao was continuance.
If one could live, then one followed; if one could not live, then one defied.
Under such circumstances, although Zhao Cheng sank ever deeper into that Heaven Beyond Heaven, he himself continued to grow. He was like a monkey cast into the Eight Trigrams Furnace—through a thousand