The stone man's mind shook violently. After sinking into oblivion, trillions upon trillions of eons had been no more than an instant. Though he was only briefly awake now, he had never imagined that the very moment he regained consciousness, he would encounter a figure who existed only in legend.
Indeed, there was no questioning the strength of his power. But to true powerhouses, this small measure of strength was nothing at all.
Whether it was the Dao Lord or Zhao Cheng, both had undoubtedly reached an unimaginable realm. Mere aftershocks of their battle had brought about the destruction of countless dimensions and the downfall of countless powerful lives.
Indeed, the other's current state was strange. The life force he displayed was very "weak," seemingly wholly at odds with the legends.
Without question, something had gone wrong with his state.
Yet at this moment, the life vitality that shone trillions upon trillions of times more brilliantly than the sun told him that this problem was by no means a bad thing.
And while his heart trembled and countless thoughts whirled through his mind, Zhao Cheng's movements did not pause in the slightest.
That gaze which annihilated everything was merely an opening gesture—not even an attack. These dark beings were simply too "weak," so weak that they could not even bear his gaze.
Of course, these dark beings were not so easily killed either. Every one of these dark lifeforms could be said to have reached the ultimate end of life itself.
One could even say that, through the sheer accumulation of mass alone, stacking their life state to the height of the ninth rank was simply a miracle among miracles.
Under natural circumstances, such a thing was impossible.
A dimensional Dao Fruit, forged by gathering the power of an entire