What he was truly consuming was not Vitality, nor things like source power, but something far more important—his own "reality."
The truth of cultivation!
At present, Zhao Cheng had no way whatsoever to replenish it.
If it were exhausted, he would vanish into smoke and dust, perish completely—from the material level, the level of energy, the level of spirit, from time itself, and from concepts.
Throughout ancient times, the present, and the future, there would no longer be any trace of him!
When one's foundation was insufficient, how could one undergo ultimate sublimation without paying a price?!
It could be said that from the beginning of his cultivation until now, Zhao Cheng had always prioritized stability. In cultivation, what he pursued had always been the natural course of things—when water filled the cup, it overflowed.
Every breakthrough he had made was achieved with absolute certainty, with a 100% chance of success.
Only this time was completely different.
Because for dimensional spacetime, the possibility of life attaining transcendence beyond dimensions was forever zero.
All Zhao Cheng could do was burn everything away and forge a sliver of possibility for transcendence beyond dimensions from within the impossible.
Once that possibility existed, the outcome would collapse toward it.
As for the enormous price he had paid to stand above dimensions, that was not the true path to transcendence beyond dimensions, but merely a counterfeit.
Though astonishing, if he continued down that road, what he would ultimately gain would be flowers in a mirror and the moon in water—a dream of emptiness.
Boom!
Zhao Cheng's dharma body exploded again and again, while billowing great tribulations swept toward him.
At this moment, every particle that constituted his existence was glowing. Not only that, intricate symbols and patterns emerged upon every tiny particle. If they were