Within the Demon Abyss, countless demonic claws stretched on without end, like infinite black serpents—savage and bloody, tearing space-time apart.
It was a phenomenon of utmost evil; any ordinary being that touched it would die!
Yet at this moment, as Zhao Cheng fell, he did not even swing his sword. A mere eruption of white-gold aura annihilated it all.
Those savage demonic claws could now easily rip apart even space itself, yet before Zhao Cheng, they were like foam—illusory bubbles.
At the same time, during this descent, the energy circuits across Zhao Cheng's body gradually lit up.
More accurately, those circuits had always been glowing; their brightness was simply increasing without end.
As the Divine Cosmos condensed, Zhao Cheng did not turn it into a phantom image, nor did he, like countless warriors throughout the ages, use sacred armor to bear his microcosm. Instead, he completely fused the Divine Cosmos with his flesh, integrating it with the path of transcendent swordsmanship to evolve a supreme physique that belonged to him alone.
In a sense, he was using absolute matter as a vessel to uphold an absolutely powerful mind!
It was the most straightforward path: sanctifying the flesh.
Of course, his sanctification of the flesh was not the kind spoken of in Eastern legends, like Sun Wukong or Yang Jian. It was Pangu's path.
After all, what established his foundation at this moment was nothing other than the Creation Seed. There was no need to borrow falsehood to cultivate truth—the Seed itself was the greatest truth in this world!
Vast power surged wildly. Behind that small body of flesh and blood, it was as though endless cosmic Big Bangs were constantly being born. The Ninth Sense reached the origin and awakened divinity—this was humanity's limit. In the distant past, many demigods