That monstrosity, born from the fusion of countless elements, directly smelted all manner of powerful things together to forge an incomparably powerful result. The moment it was born, it would be the endpoint. The moment it was born, it would be Ten Tribulations!
It could be said that once Zhao Cheng broke free from the cage, he had set out upon a path utterly opposite to the arrangement of the mastermind behind the scenes.
What Zhao Cheng sought was the cause of infinite possibilities; what the other party created was the result of infinite power.
Of course, just as Zhao Cheng currently remained far from having the possibility of achieving Ten Tribulations, the monstrosity within the hollow likewise did not yet possess the traits of Ten Tribulations.
Above the dimensions, beneath the hollow, the light of life around Zhao Cheng grew ever brighter. At first, it was merely a point of light, glittering like a meteor. But very quickly, that point expanded, and infinite radiance poured down, piercing the boundless gloom.
And in the process, light also emerged from the remnants of gray gauze around the hollow, as though echoing the platinum sun.
In a daze, within the void, came the sounds of clashing weapons and charging warhorses: the sacrifices of ancient forebears, the cheers of all living beings, war drums pounding, and the cry of a divine phoenix, turning all under heaven white...
These were imprints of the past. Though the power within them had been drawn away and their vessels ground into nothingness, under Zhao Cheng's summons, they now appeared once more.
As Zhao Cheng rose ever higher, more and more traces gathered upon him—those of this cycle, the previous cycle, the cycle before that, the one before that...
Among all the imprints, only this cycle was somewhat