The Epic of Life

On the other side, Zhao Cheng was having a completely different experience.

As the lightning struck his body, not only did he feel no pain, but every cell in his body and every thread of mental power seemed to tingle pleasantly, as though all the impurities within his body and mind had been refined away by the lightning.

Yet Zhao Cheng knew that all of this was merely a mental illusion, information imprinted in the deepest depths of life's origin.

In the most ancient age, life itself had been born from the ocean, baptized by lightning.

Lightning and the ocean were the source of all things. And now, here, he was repeating something that had emerged in the dawn of time, unknowingly aligning with a certain kind of spiritual information.

Originally, the history of civilization in Zhao Cheng's spiritual world had begun only once civilization existed. But now, that history no longer seemed confined to civilization. It was tracing back toward the origin of life, transforming from a history of civilization into a history of life's evolution.

Civilization was naturally great. Its countless heroes and tales of valor, even the spirit of countless people daring to make the sun and moon shine anew—all of it combined to forge the strength of Zhao Cheng's mind.

Without that, Zhao Cheng's mental power could never have reached its current realm.

But in a certain sense, the history of life's evolution was even more magnificent and dazzling than the history of civilization. The emergence and extinction of countless species, the countless stories born for survival and continuation—every bit of it was equally brilliant and great.

It was only that Zhao Cheng's spiritual realm had not previously comprehended this level. But now, through the ocean and bathing in lightning, he had awakened spiritual information from