Faced with all this, Zhao Cheng did not stop him.
If he wished, he could have sealed the other party away a second time, but there was little point in doing so.
Of course, more importantly, there were the final words spoken by the man in black.
He had told Zhao Cheng to explore the Dao Sovereign's path to transcendence from the past.
This seemed to imply that he could not bring his Tenth Tribulation to completion by conventional means.
It seemed there was another secret hidden within his current path.
Yet one thing was beyond doubt: bringing his Miracle Tribulation to completion was the most crucial matter.
As for exploring the Dao Sovereign's path to transcendence, it was something nearly impossible for many powerful beings. But for someone like him, who had a connection with the Dao Sovereign, it was difficult, yet not impossibly so.
Indeed, if he were willing to pay the price, he might be able to use a single thought to cross all restraints and barriers, dreaming his way back to that era.
Even as Zhao Cheng pondered, the thoughts of the frozen powerhouses in the void were racing madly. The conversation between the two powerful beings had not been deliberately hidden from them.
And the black-robed man's single address—Great Heavenly Venerable—had frightened the souls of many powerhouses nearly out of their bodies.
In truth, the man in black might not have spoken the three words "Great Heavenly Venerable." But to their ears, that was the title they heard. Heart-speech was undoubtedly the most primordial tone, allowing communication without barriers. No matter the race, no matter the language, all could communicate without obstruction. After all, no one could expect every lifeform in the Infinite World to speak Chinese, or to share the imagery of the character