"Glory Battlefield—too many powerful figures came before me, leaving their marks here as they chased in the footsteps of the Transcenders. I was not the first, and I will never be the last."
"After this, many things will become clear."
In Sanctuary, Zhao Cheng gazed at the "magic array" before him. This so-called Holy Grail War was merely a ritual he had arranged by borrowing the framework of the Holy Grail War.
And if the ritual was completed, what emerged in the end would not be some omnipotent wish-granting machine, but a token—a key that could bring him closer to Primordial Blue Star.
In truth, there were many ways to approach Primordial Blue Star. What he was doing now was merely the path he himself believed to be correct.
As for whether he could ultimately use this to reach Primordial Blue Star, or even unearth the treasure left behind by the Transcenders, not even he could be certain.
But many times, the result was not what mattered. What mattered was the process.
At his current realm, there had long been no road ahead. He could only explore every possible difference. These explorations might prove useful, or they might prove useless. Until the final moment arrived, everything remained uncertain.
And as the host of the ritual, Zhao Cheng could clearly see the progress of the entire ritual, as well as the appearance of those exceptional Heroic Spirits, each one breaking the mold.
Unlike ordinary people, who used Holy Relics to summon Heroic Spirits, every participant in this Holy Grail War possessed extraordinary achievements of their own. Though those achievements had long been cast aside along their paths of progress, buried by history, even utterly annihilated—so thoroughly erased that not the slightest trace could be found through all the cycles of time