At this change, Blood Saint was instantly taken aback.
He had never imagined that Zhao Cheng was not merely wondrous in spirit—even his power was so uncanny. Within a fixed radius around him, it was as though he had transformed the space into some absolute domain, or rather, into an entirely separate dimension of time and space.
At the same time, because he was now so close, Blood Saint finally caught sight of a few things that had once been veiled by mist, things he had been utterly unable to see clearly.
That was to say, Zhao Cheng only looked like a person. Standing there and looking at him, Blood Saint saw Zhao Cheng's entire being as the embryonic form of a dimensional spacetime. Energy, matter, time, space, information... endless things converged into one profound world after another, one unfathomable dimension after another.
And Zhao Cheng's spiritual will was not something like the Heavenly Dao. It was one, and it was ten thousand; it was infinity, and it was everything. Within this embryonic dimension, a single thought from Zhao Cheng could create everything—and destroy everything!
At that moment, even with Blood Saint's breadth of experience, an intense doubt could not help but arise. What exactly was this thing before him that looked like a person?!
Throughout his long life, he had never seen such a bizarre life-form.
Elsewhere, the three immortal beings staring intently at the battlefield from afar were startled again when they saw Blood Saint's change. They did not believe Blood Saint had made himself the same size as Zhao Cheng for the sake of easier combat—or for "fairness."
In truth, even at their level, bigger meant stronger. Otherwise, why would there be the great divine ability of embodying Heaven and Earth?
The larger one became, the more