However, though such emotions had arisen, they did not affect the performance of the powerful beings in the slightest.
Emotion was emotion; resolve was resolve.
The terror also made them wonder—though they had long lost count of how many times—just what exactly Zhao Cheng cultivated.
Yet it did not shake their determination to kill Zhao Cheng in the slightest.
After all, in a struggle for the Great Dao, it was death without end. Given the bearing Zhao Cheng displayed, if they could not kill him this time, then they would be the ones facing reckoning afterward.
What Zhao Cheng cultivated was not even fully accomplished, yet it was already so terrifying. If he were allowed to bring it to completion, who under heaven and earth could stand against him?!
Even the mysterious Heavenly Emperor behind the Wilderness Lord and the others, even that monster from the distant past that had occupied the Dao Sovereign's shell, would likely be forced to retreat three paces, not daring to reveal the slightest trace of themselves.
For the moment they appeared, they would be reckoned with.
Even though this dimension, across past, present, and future, contained endless dark curtains—layer upon layer like a thousand-layer cake, infinitely dark—such that even the achievement of eternal Immortality could not escape their concealment.
Yet if this Dao and this Fruit were achieved, it could truly be like the sun, sweeping away the murk from the vast world, leaving jade skies clear of dust for ten thousand miles...
But precisely because they were bent on killing him, Zhao Cheng was instead given the chance to truly step into such a realm.
That was the most subtle part of the entire affair.
If they did not act, the heat would not be sufficient, and Zhao Cheng truly could not attain