Once he seized the foundation of the earth, with his current power combined with the power of humanity, the power of the earth, and the diffuse will of the heavenly demons in the void, none would be able to contend with him any longer. They could only become a part of him.
By then, he too would attain the highest Dao Fruit and reap the final Victory.
However, the premise of it all was that Lu Xun and Gao Shou could hold out.
If they could not withstand it, no one could predict how things would develop afterward.
Perhaps Tai Jia would be worn to death in the long struggle, or perhaps they would be the ones worn to death.
And if it came down to a contest of endurance, Tai Jia undoubtedly held the advantage.
Zhao Cheng admitted that there was an element of gambling in this, but this truly was the moment when his chances of winning were greatest.
If he did not fight now, then when would he?!
In this world, the more one sought perfection, the harder it became to obtain it all.
Both Gu and Yu had proven this truth through their own personal experiences.
Those two outsiders had plotted for who knew how many years and made who knew how many preparations, yet in the end, both had been defeated by variables.
Meanwhile, Zhao Cheng, who had been in the weakest position at the start, had seized a sliver of opportunity.
Boom!
Chaos was forced open at that moment. A figure revived from destruction—a tall, imposing form with wild, unrestrained aura, black hair streaming loose and dancing madly in the storm. Yet his face was fifty percent Gao Shou and fifty percent Lu Xun.
"Little god of the mortal world, you've done your best!"