These four freaks had fused the powers and paths of two dimensions, forging their own road and creating the somewhat inconceivable Infinite World.
Yet in their fundamental forms, they were closer to demon gods than to the Dao Fruit system.
Because the four of them had jointly created and condensed Infinite World, each holding one-quarter of Infinite World's supreme authority.
Only when the four joined forces did they form the complete Dao of Infinity!
And these anomalies among anomalies, freaks among freaks, each possessed a different appearance.
One of them took the form of a youth, dressed in white and holding a great sun in his palm, exuding the aura of: when heaven and earth held no light, my radiance would illuminate all ages.
This white-clad youth was named Wang Xu—like the rising sun, supremely hard and supremely yang.
His life had undoubtedly been exceedingly legendary. The dimensional prototype Zhao Cheng had opened up was vast and boundless, composed of countless spacetime universes.
At the beginning, Wang Xu had merely been an utterly ordinary man. Yet by a twist of fate, he obtained a wisp of dimensional energy that had flowed from the Gate of Dimensions.
This was considered the most abundant thing to emerge from the Gate of Dimensions. It could not compare at all to the various treasures that rushed forth from within, and counted as the lowest-grade fortuitous opportunity.
Yet this tiny, insignificant thing completely changed Wang Xu's fate.
It first allowed him, an ordinary man from a technological civilization, to enter the Dao through martial arts directly, and he soon reached the pinnacle of that life-bearing planet.
From that point on, the power in that wisp of dimensional energy was exhausted.
But to Wang Xu, it was undoubtedly his most important first pot of gold.
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