"What is he trying to do...?"
On Earth, the captain of the Rising Wind Squad watched the live broadcast on the enormous screen in the square. Outwardly, he remained impassive, but a storm had already risen in his heart.
As a transcendent being, he was naturally unaffected by the previous corrective force. He knew all too well just how terrifying Zhao Cheng's power was.
If he could blast apart continents, then naturally he could scour the Earth's surface clean. With the power and speed Zhao Cheng had displayed, he could probably circle the globe dozens of times in a single minute.
Before such absolute power, so-called rule was utterly meaningless.
Rule was merely the gathering of many people's strength. For mortals, the authority to command the world was undoubtedly precious. Throughout the long history of civilization, who knew how many ambitious people had dreamed of unifying the world?
Yet no one had ever accomplished such a great undertaking—at least, not in this world.
Even the gods had the ability to do so, but such a thing was meaningless to them.
Just as a human would never choose to become king of an anthill.
Thus, the king of gods ruled gods, while the king of men ruled humanity. That was only natural.
As for Zhao Cheng, whether he chose to destroy the world afterward or raise his battle sword against the gods, the captain would not be surprised in the slightest.
Anyone who cultivated regularly knew that once cultivation involved the sublimation of one's life level, the faster one advanced through the ranks, the greater one's mental problems became. The quicker the progress, the more unstable the mind—the easier it was to go mad.
The most typical examples were probably the demonic cultivators of the cultivation path, whose whole approach was