Of course, the ten great pillars carried far more weight than ordinary Immortality and Eternity. At the very least, they guaranteed the embryonic form of a dimensional Dao Fruit—a road leading straight to the Fruit Realm.
Cultivation, progressing step by step and climbing one stair at a time, was merely for the mediocre. Extraordinary people naturally had no need for such things.
After all, at its root, cultivation from one to nine amounted to no more than three things: existence, nonexistence, and Dao. So long as one could obtain the result, the process did not matter. Even skipping every step entirely was perfectly possible, provided one possessed the ability.
To complete the cultivation of the Fruit Realm while still in the mortal realm naturally could not be measured by common sense. Thus, after Zhao Cheng attained the Dao, he had enjoyed a brief moment of brilliance.
In that instant, he cashed in every possibility within himself and surged straight into the domain of the Calamity Realm. Nor was it the usual Three-Calamity stage one first entered upon reaching the Calamity Realm, but the Seven Calamities.
That was also why, with a single thought, he could forge countless Dao Fruits.
None of it had been an illusion. He truly possessed such divine power.
And if he had followed the usual process and started anew, there would have been no need for him to vanish—nor for dimensional spacetime to become ruins as it was now, with everything of the past utterly buried.
The normal script should have been for him to gradually perfect his transcendent-dimensional Dao Fruit, expand the power of the eleventh pillar, and begin fusing the power of past reincarnations, turning every reincarnation—even the very phenomenon of reincarnation itself—into his own strength. That path had given him a chance to