The Efforts of All Parties

"This is too terrifying. This realm, this life force... I even suspect that he has, to some extent, broken through the limits of life itself!"

"Squeezing Vitality like this, even I could only endure two rounds at most before suffering grave damage to my vital energy and needing more than a decade to recuperate. By the third round, I would simply drop dead."

Inside a conference room sat several people, though none of them were real—they were merely projections.

Yet unless one looked closely, it was impossible to tell that they were fakes.

The speaker was one of the three seated at the head of the table. He was none other than Lord, who had met Zhao Cheng once before.

As for the other two, one was Uranus of the Pantheon, while the other was Sage.

Though the three major overseas organizations stood separately, they were in truth both rivals and collaborators.

For in one matter, they shared a common goal: immortality.

"Indeed. Too terrifying!"

Uranus took over, his gaze flickering, his thoughts far from calm.

"Human beings have limits. Whether in spirit, flesh, reproduction, or due to the lack of certain necessary material support, once life reaches a certain age, even if both mind and body are clearly at their peak, a person may still die without illness."

"There is a word in the East: origin. Once one's origin is exhausted, no matter how powerful a person is, they will die."

"But Zhao Cheng's origin seems to be inexhaustible. It can actually sustain such ferocious consumption—it has completely shattered all common sense!"

Uranus exclaimed in awe.

At the very center of the conference room, Zhao Cheng's projection played over and over. This was not the first time Uranus had seen the footage; he had seen it long ago and