"Back when the Dao Sovereign transcended, the Seventh Epoch—storm clouds were gathering..."
After casually dealing with a few trifling matters, Zhao Cheng looked upon the now entirely new heaven and earth.
Heaven and earth had evolved anew. With the Miracle Pillar as its skeleton and eleven pillars of origin supporting the cosmos, it gave rise to endless transformations.
This was now the beginning of the Seventh Epoch. The gateways of the heart had been flung open, and the grand spectacle of everyone becoming like dragons had emerged. All sentient beings, no matter what kind of environment they were born into—even in worlds utterly devoid of the slightest trace of supernatural power—could tap into the potential of their minds and thereby transcend the mundane and enter sainthood.
Even talent was no longer so important. In the old era of nations, in that barren and lifeless world, the sword path could attain the extraordinary only through Sword Seeds. Their source was still a supernatural object, which was what distorted the world and opened up that current.
Otherwise, if things had truly been left to evolve naturally, then even with ready-made methods before them, the most dazzling geniuses would likely have reached no higher than the realm of Sword Master—and the weakest tier of it at that.
That realm was not low at all. If a Sword Master's level of life were placed in a world with sufficient supernatural energy, one sword strike could blow apart an entire street without the slightest difficulty. A Sword Saint, meanwhile, could destroy a city with a single stroke.
But now, under the power of the Miracle Pillar, the gateways of the heart had opened. Even those with no talent whatsoever could rely on faith, obsession, intent... and all sorts of things once deemed illusory, to gradually