At the same time, Blood Saint's Killing Move erupted without the slightest hesitation.
If possible, he naturally wanted to drag things out forever—best of all, until he attained Yuanshi.
But such a thing was impossible.
The moment such a thought arose, his alignment with the dimension would plummet, and he would be utterly unable to maintain this transcendent state.
Conversely, if he followed the dimension's instincts and brought his mind into complete alignment with it—even surpassing one hundred percent compatibility and reaching a still higher level—
Then what would originally require a hundred thousand years of contemplation might be shortened to ten years, or even less.
Not only that, the higher the alignment, the more he could glimpse things above eternity, even things slightly above Yuanshi. Even if it were only the merest thread, the benefits would be inexhaustible.
Under normal circumstances, given his level of life, even if he had trillions upon trillions of years, it would be absolutely impossible for him to obtain even a trace of those higher things. But now, it had become possible.
Blood Saint's power pressed down like a vast ocean. Eternal radiance evolved into an infinite Blood Sea; the sea surged and roiled, its boundless killing intent annihilating all things.
Within it lay not only Blood Saint's own power, but also formidable dimensional power, serving as its veins and sinews, concealed within.
It could even be said that Blood Saint, at this moment, was half of a crippled "Dimensional Demon God."
Though incomplete, it was still absolutely terrifying.
The Blood Sea swallowed everything. Within it, Zhao Cheng's radiance seemed incomparably dim—so dim that it could no longer be seen, as though it were about to be devoured by the Blood Sea.
Of course, this was also because Zhao Cheng's own condition had deteriorated