However, this time, the taboo of the Energy Heavenly Pass had been stirred, and it was unlike before. Zhao Cheng, at this moment, was far too powerful. It was not merely that he had yet to reach the Ten Pillars—it was the consummation of the Ten Pillars. The two were entirely different concepts.
Back when he was at the Ninth Heaven realm, he had possessed no ability whatsoever to resist the taboo of the Energy Heavenly Pass.
But now, the taboo's power could no longer shake him, much less drag his true spirit into the spacetime formed by that taboo power.
Instead, he dragged the taboo's power into reality.
It was a vast crimson pattern, so vast that it seemed capable of wrapping the entire multiverse within it.
More than that, the crimson color itself contained an immeasurable, inconceivable might.
This crimson was not any sort of dye. It was more like the blood of a demon god!
It was precisely this thing that had severed the path of cultivation.
Yet before the Zhao Cheng of this moment, this taboo power no longer amounted to anything.
He did not even need to erase it himself. As his material-energy vessel underwent its complete transformation, the taboo was like thin ice struck by immense force, instantly shattering into endless fine fragments.
Blood rain began to fall across the vast spacetime.
Such a scene was undoubtedly terrifying, like the heavens themselves were weeping.
And the area it covered was not limited to Primordial Spacetime itself. Even trillions upon trillions of parallel spacetimes were affected.
No matter how secluded a place was—blessed lands, grotto-heavens, secret realms—the crimson rain fell without cease.
Yet compared to this anomaly, what radiated even farther was Zhao Cheng's body.
As he began to transform, the dimensional traits he had