As his consciousness grew ever stronger, Zhao Cheng's senses became increasingly refined. To him, it was no longer merely time that was flowing—heaven and earth, all things beneath the sky, everything, was in motion.
Yet amid that flow, a colossal entity was now moving against the current!
It was the Dark Emperor!
In that short span of time, bearing matchless power, the Dark Emperor had finally shattered every barrier and descended upon this era.
Unlike the mechanically transformed generalized will of the heavenly demons in this era, which had merely added the finishing touch and completed a qualitative transformation, the Dark Emperor had already birthed a powerful spirit of darkness.
At a glance, the Dark Emperor resembled a demonic god, as though his body had gathered the wisdom and strength of every mighty being from ancient times, the present, and the future.
In truth, however, the Dark Emperor had no fixed form. His appearance was shaped by Zhao Cheng's perception.
Whatever form Zhao Cheng believed to be the strongest, that was the form the Dark Emperor took.
Thus, in Zhao Cheng's eyes, this Dark Emperor bore a seven- or eight-tenths resemblance to himself at first glance, even giving him the illusion that the Dark Emperor was in fact his future self.
Boom!
The instant the Dark Emperor descended, he spoke not a word. Without the slightest hesitation, he attacked Zhao Cheng.
With a downward press of his palm, it seemed as though the entire heaven and earth had flipped over in an instant. The terrifying power shook heaven and earth, unstoppable and irresistible.
The Dark Emperor had assessed the situation in a single glance. As long as he killed Zhao Cheng, he could unite time itself with a flick of his fingers, achieve the ultimate leap, and complete his transformation