Golden

Two months had passed in reality, but counting four simulations a day, the time spent in the Simulator alongside reality amounted to nearly four hundred days for Zhao Cheng—more than a year.

More crucially, in the simulated world, thanks to the Hyper-Dimensional Body's formidable physique and extraordinary talent, whether nourishing his mind or comprehending the mysteries of swordsmanship, he had reached a realm beyond even myth's ability to measure.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Cheng's mental power and spiritual realm had gradually approached a level never before recorded in this world.

It was difficult to describe precisely, but if he had to force an analogy, it was that this world was gradually losing all its secrets before Zhao Cheng.

As for why the Lord of Heaven had sent for him, it was nothing else: this world was about to undergo a tremendous upheaval. Perhaps in a few years, perhaps in a decade or so—by Zhao Cheng's premonition, it would be an earth-shattering transformation.

The structure of human civilization—everything, all of it—would be overturned. At the same time, it might usher in an unprecedented golden age, or it might mean utter destruction.

As for exactly what would happen, even Zhao Cheng, as he was now, could not see it clearly.

The Lord of Heaven had also sensed something, which was why he wanted to make arrangements in advance.

Zhao Cheng now knew even more than the Lord of Heaven. In the shadows of his mind, he felt that the future upheaval was highly likely connected to the Sword Seed trait.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Over those half a month, Zhao Cheng's life remained regular. At night, he ground himself to the brink of collapse; every few days during the day, he opened a little instance