The matter of burying the sword counted as one of Zhao Cheng's backup plans. As for whether this contingency would prove useful, even Zhao Cheng could not be certain.
The future was unfixed. Even he could not calculate everything.
And what he sought to forge was a transdimensional Dao Fruit. What awaited him was a death tribulation.
His chance of survival was vanishingly slim.
Before he gained some insight into this karmic connection, his hope of survival had been a single thread. Now that he had discovered this place and made these arrangements, it could barely be said that he had gained another thread.
Though it was still tiny, that was better than nothing.
At the same time, after Zhao Cheng brought Zhou Yu here and helped him obtain from Zhou Qing the authority to enter this place, he had not transferred Zhou Qing's destiny to Zhou Yu—but he had rewritten Zhou Yu's "script."
In an instant, the style of the future changed from a hot-blooded manga about a young man to a hot-blooded manga about an old man.
The Zhou Family's old ancestor—this old man, too, could still burn with a young man's madness...
Zhao Cheng did not mind giving those close to him a "cheat."
It was simply that his current realm was still insufficient. He could not sever every cause and settle every karmic bond. Moreover, he himself remained at the heart of a tribulation. If the cheat he gave someone was too great, he would instead be harming them.
Just as a powerful magnet assimilated ordinary pieces of iron, it was one thing if he used his power to create some minor object. But if he created something too powerful, too extraordinary—be it a treasure or something like a "system"—the stronger it was, the greater its