Slaying Cang

However, Zhao Cheng did not immediately begin the next simulation. To complete his transformation in one go, he had already simulated five times in succession, and the sixth simulation required a full 32 Source Points.

After that, Zhao Cheng went to sleep as usual, not letting this disrupt his routine.

During the day, he even found time to teach his former classmates a lesson. His mind was incomparably calm, not thrown into turmoil by the impending final battle with Cang.

What Zhao Cheng was strongest in now was not actually his combat power, but his steadfastness.

The mental realm at the pinnacle of myth, the entire history of civilization from two worlds and then some, constantly burned within his spiritual world, supporting that transcendent spiritual power and mental strength.

Had his resolve been lacking, he would likely have long since set himself ablaze.

Such was the cultivation of the mind: great success and great failure alike came swiftly. At its fastest, one could achieve it in a single stroke; but if something went wrong, even immortals would be powerless to save them.

And so, Zhao Cheng's daily routine remained unchanged. At midnight, he directly began today's first simulation.

The world was dark, without the slightest light.

But Zhao Cheng no longer needed light at all. The world within his perception was incomparably clear.

Everything within a radius of over a hundred meters was as plain to him as the lines on his palm.

If he completely released his spirit and expanded it to the limit, he could even clearly sense everything within a thousand meters.

It was just that doing so consumed too much and could not be sustained for long.

A little over a hundred meters was a range that imposed almost no strain or expenditure.

Without hesitation, Zhao