Yet no matter how Zhao Cheng's heart-voice spread, the many shadowy figures remained motionless, without the slightest reaction.
Instead, it was the powerful native lifeforms within Infinite World who suddenly realized that, in a world they had thought held few remaining secrets, so many terrifying powerhouses had been hidden all along.
Though these powerhouses were now merely shadows, their dreadful essence was displayed without the least concealment.
Truth and falsehood, illusion and reality—all such distinctions were empty delusions before that mighty essence. Such power could neither be divided nor defined.
Many powerful native lifeforms suddenly understood that perhaps this was the purest form of strength.
Though their own levels of life were also lofty, they could never achieve such purity.
"Zhao thief, with tribulation looming over your head, you still want to spout empty deceit? Look at yourself—how much strength do you have left now?!"
At last, a shadowy figure sneered. It had seen through some of Zhao Cheng's true state, but its voice echoed from all directions, making it impossible to tell where it actually was.
After all, what Zhao Cheng sought to prove at this moment was the Ten Tribulations, not transcendence. It was impossible for a group of ultimate lifeforms to be left completely unable to comprehend what was happening.
The Zhao Cheng of this moment was undoubtedly at the height of his life—and also at his weakest.
For one as powerful as him, there was no longer anything in heaven or earth qualified to send tribulation upon him. Or rather, at the level of True Tribulation, the reason there was no external tribulation was because external things simply lacked the qualifications.
If heaven and earth, sun and moon, time and space, the universe, dimensions, being and nonbeing, measure and measurelessness truly produced a response and sent