A Grain of Dust

Boom!

In an instant, Zhao Cheng's body swelled to nearly ten meters tall. The cape behind him billowed, while the platinum patterns on his body shimmered with strange colors beneath the dawnlight of the sun.

The world had unfolded before Zhao Cheng's eyes. All things were waves, and within his field of vision, past and future merged into one. A single second of cosmic light had been compressed into several times its length.

In reality, the Sword Immortal was clearly still some distance away, yet in Zhao Cheng's view, the two had already exchanged blows. That was the future, three seconds from now.

One sword! Another sword! And yet another sword!

Time flowed on, but in Zhao Cheng's future sight, he collided with the Sword Immortal once every tenth of a second. Every time, the outcome was the same: he wounded the Sword Immortal with a single stroke, then exhausted his own strength and was immediately cut down by the Sword Immortal.

The gap between the energy level of qi and the extraordinary power formed from high-dimensional particles was simply too vast.

Or rather, it was a difference in dimension!

Even if so-called high-dimensional particles were merely projections of high-dimensional power into lower dimensions, they were still far more extraordinary than many low-dimensional powers.

Three seconds, thirty swords!

Before the Sword Immortal knew anything at all about Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng had already used the power of his seventh sense to glean many of the profound mysteries of the divine path from his opponent.

It was then that a gray streak of sword light arrived from the horizon, no different in the slightest from what Zhao Cheng had foreseen.

Buzz!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Cheng drew his sword.

Above his head, his Spirit Aura transformed into a hundred-meter-tall demon