Clearing the Level

From the river of time, countless motes of light surged forth—the radiance of the mind.

The radiance transformed into human figures one after another, then finally merged into Zhao Cheng's Dawn War Robe, causing the edges of its cloak to unfurl in rolling waves until they reached the depths of the river, veiling heaven and earth.

Zhao Cheng had already gained a slight understanding of the mysteries of the Dawn War Robe. It was a great power known as the Light of the Mind, of an unimaginably lofty level. Even with his current cultivation, he could not touch so much as its edges.

If one day the Dawn War Robe gathered enough Light of the Mind, then severing the apocalypse would not even require fire. With a mere sweep of the cloak, the end of an entire world's doom would come to an end.

Yet Zhao Cheng could not estimate just how many worlds he would need to save before he could grow powerful enough to reach such a realm.

Zhao Cheng looked down at the demon god ahead, formed from condensed dark power. This demon god was transformed from the image within his heart, and thus the lines condensing now had already sketched the outline of a cybernetic body.

Zhao Cheng waited quietly, waiting for the moment when the dark aura in the river of time had wholly gathered upon the demon god.

At last, the demon god opened its eyes. At that very moment, Void Kalpa in Zhao Cheng's hand let out a hum.

Flames flowed across the sword itself. Its own fire, combined with the radiance of Starfire, made it seem as though supreme divine power had gathered within Void Kalpa.

Bzzz!

Zhao Cheng wielded his sword like a drawn bowstring. The Super-Dimensional Sword appeared once more,