Zhao Cheng's Mystic Realm opened a door for all living beings, allowing them to tap into the divine power of the mind ahead of time—even to draw it out more effectively. That was why he had once been able to reach the Seven-Calamity realm directly.
Across endless ages, Mystic Realms possessing boundless power of slaughter had never been scarce. There had even been Nine-Calamity powerhouses born purely for slaughter among the nine great Mystic Realms.
But a Mystic Realm like the Miracle Mystic Realm, which required no external aid and allowed even the weakest ants to begin touching the power of the mind that only True Calamity powerhouses could display, had never appeared before.
In this world, creating methods for the strong to cultivate was not difficult. The hardest thing was creating a method that anyone, no matter who they were, could cultivate.
Just like the Basic Swordsmanship of Earth's earliest era: its quality was merely the lowest white grade, yet the difficulty of creating it surpassed even red-grade supreme arts.
The power of True Calamity was the same.
Before Zhao Cheng, there had been Mystic Realms capable of allowing the strong to unlock the divine power of the mind ahead of time. But one that allowed all living beings to unlock it was absolutely unique.
Without question, this was a true miracle, a complete overturning of all convention. Compared to this miracle, every other miracle fell short by a measure. That was why Zhao Cheng's Calamity Realm trait bore the name Miracle.
There were too many things in this world, too many powers, that could create miracles. But they could only create miracles; they could not become miracles themselves.
"Ah!"
"I hate Heaven for robbing me of billions of calamities!"
"Dao Lord!"
And at that moment, within the vast