At this moment, the vast multiverse collapsed, plummeting together with the Dimensional Gate toward the Infinite World below, that abyss-like expanse.
It was an incomparably terrifying sight—a true scene of world-ending destruction.
Everything shattered. Not even something as sturdy as the Dimensional Gate was spared.
Thirty days in the human world, ten million years in the multiverse. Infused with dimensional power, the nature of this divine ability had undergone an enormous transformation, becoming something almost like a supreme treasure.
The power of dimensions was naturally vast beyond measure. If gathered together, it would erupt with the force of a Dimensional Demon God, capable of destroying everything.
But dimensions possessed only instinct, not Self. Though their power was immense, it was scattered—like a boundless ocean dispersed into endless time, countless spaces, infinite dimensions. Some places had more, others less; some were thick, others thin. It simply could not be gathered into one.
This was also the difference between dimensions and Dimensional Demon Gods.
A Dimensional Demon God was itself a dimension, and a dimension was also a dimension. There was no essential difference between them, yet the disparity in what they could display was immense.
It was like two identical bodies: one was merely a vegetative patient, unable even to move, with life maintaining the body's functions only through instinct; the other possessed a powerful spirit—not merely able to move freely, but with a spirit so mighty that it could deeply control its organs, its cells, even the most fundamental particles that made up its body.
It could even reshape the structure of dimensions from the most fundamental level, bringing both its own structure and the operation of its bodily systems into their most perfect state.
That was why Zhao Cheng could contend against a dimension.
Indeed, an entire dimension wanted