Zhao Cheng strongly suspected that this thing had not been created by his previous-cycle self, but had come from an even more distant cycle.
He could not even rule out the possibility that it had come from himself in the very first cycle.
Indeed, Zhao Cheng suspected that the bugs appearing throughout the ages had also been deliberately created by his selves from earlier cycles, all to accomplish some purpose.
Perhaps his selves from the previous cycles had all concluded that following the proper course would never resolve the apocalypse; only by taking a crooked path could they succeed.
In other words, exploiting bugs...
Given Zhao Cheng's understanding of himself, this was indeed exactly the sort of thing he would do.
The grand and righteous path was naturally good.
But in these Great Thousand Worlds, how many people would play fair and walk the righteous path with you?!
If one were to speak of the righteous path, could Wuluo's path have been any steadier?!
Yet after several billion years, he had not even attained Creation.
Exploiting bugs was certainly dangerous, but it truly was fast.
As for going too fast and dying on the road—
That was only to be expected.
And from what Zhao Cheng could see now, if it had truly all been his doing, then some of the bitter consequences of frantically exploiting bugs had already begun to show.
If he had cultivated step by step, without the spacetime of the past, then even if he attained the Dao amid all those bugs, the tribulation of attainment would not have been so vicious as it was now.
Past, present, future; above Heaven and below earth; throughout all spacetime—everything wanted to kill him.
But if he could truly obtain the data of his selves from the previous cycles,