Elsewhere, in the strange realm beyond the Chaos World, the ongoing conflict had also escalated ever more fiercely.
Before Zhao Cheng now stood only some shadows, rather than a beating from a group of complete Nine Tribulations. Naturally, this was not because those enemies had any martial virtue, but because they were currently getting beaten themselves.
As Zhao Cheng attained the Dao, the four great powerhouses of Heavenly Origin outside had already fought themselves into madness. The entire battle had completely devolved into a chaotic melee.
One by one, they had utterly shed their forms. Their power, essence, will—everything about them radiated throughout the Infinite Box: infinitely high, infinitely low. Every time and space, every existence, held their shadows and their battles.
And their battles came in countless forms. It was not simply you throwing a punch at me, me slashing a sword at you. They were multifaceted and ever-changing. On the grand scale, power collided and evaporated seas of dimensions; on the minute scale, they twisted Heavenly Mandate and set the great Momentum in motion. It could be said that they had permeated every aspect of all ages and Myriad Phenomena.
As for the past and future, the origins of history... before a battle such as this, such things were all the more profoundly illusory.
More importantly, however, the traces left behind by the powers and wills of these mighty beings—as well as the droplets of origin and fragments of powerhouses that seeped out amid the battle—had thoroughly changed the entire ecology of the Infinite Box.
Under normal circumstances, just as a world should not be capable of giving birth to a power that could destroy that world, the grand ecology of the Infinite Box should not have been able to produce such a group of beings—beings who might