Zhao Cheng had only noticed this through a fortunate coincidence.
Earlier, in the instance dungeon, he had brought the ten pillars of his Demon Fetus Seed Dao to completion. At the same time, he had chosen to sacrifice himself and merge into nothingness, using that in exchange for the return of what the apocalypse had erased.
Of course, it was not because he held any great love for all living beings. Mainly, one life from the Hyper-Dimensional Body was not worth much in an instance dungeon.
His choice had chiefly been one of exploration, of experimentation.
He had attempted to sever the possibility of apocalypse with his own power, without relying on the Panel's mechanisms.
Through this, he sought to explore the ultimate mystery of something arising from nothing, and something returning to nothing.
This, too, was a kind of hyper-dimensional power.
Within the instance dungeon, Zhao Cheng had vaguely grasped a hint of its thread through all manner of fortuitous encounters.
But using this to achieve a hyper-dimensional Dao Fruit was impossible.
This was not his path.
His path was the Fifth Tribulation beneath the rotation of the Four Tribulations, and to transcend dimensions through this tribulation.
Only such hyper-dimension could completely fit him. Only such hyper-dimension could allow him to shatter fate and seize control of his own destiny.
As for the fate of being ushered directly into the tribulation realm, it was naturally a supreme gift to the weak.
Had someone asked Zhao Cheng whether he wanted it back when he had still been an ordinary mortal, he might have said yes.
But now that he stood at this height, now that his mortal heart had fallen silent and his Dao heart had begun to stir, he could no longer accept a road whose endpoint and limits