Posuo, before he was ever set upon by a mob, was undoubtedly a youth full of ambition and hope for the future.
He stood in stark contrast to the Posuo who would later flee in defeat to the Earth Universe, unable even to return to the Ancient Cosmos and left with no choice but to silently await death.
Back then, in the stone chamber Posuo had carved out on Earth, Zhao Cheng had studied the spiritual imprint Posuo left behind. Aside from a vast amount of knowledge, that residual imprint also contained an intense unwillingness to yield.
Certainly, at the time, he had been worshipped as a god by Earth's primitive humans.
Some of the primitive people he had enlightened even went on to establish a glorious civilization for a time.
But none of that was what he wanted.
Yet seeing this "old acquaintance" stirred some memories in Zhao Cheng.
He remembered that he had been running the Pure Yang Immortal Path dungeon at the time, and then learned through Wuluo of the Ancient Cosmos and the existence of Great Lords.
For a while, he had marveled at the vastness of the Ancient Cosmos and the extraordinariness of its Great Lords.
To pierce through universes, live forever, and refine all things into mana—what terrifying power was that?!
For him, that moment had undoubtedly opened the door to a new world.
Of course, that had all happened a long time ago.
A mere Great Lord—such a life-form did not even rank among the dimensional prototypes evolved within his mindscape spacetime.
But the astonishment of that instant had become eternal.
"Little Black, I can feel it. There's something in this place that's drawing me in. If I can obtain it, perhaps I can cultivate to the Third Heaven realm..."
"When one lord