I, the Savior, Need Help

With Zhao Cheng's tribulation overcome, whatever secrets he might carry no longer mattered. At the very least, he was human, not a Celestial Demon. That was enough.

Thus, Primordial Spirit masters one after another sent Zhao Cheng their congratulations through their thoughts.

The Celestial Immortal realm was already close to the pinnacle of cultivation. It was only close because this world currently possessed experts at the Golden Immortal level: the Human race's Sacred Emperor and the Celestial Demon race's Demon Emperor were both of this rank.

Yet they had attained it through a shortcut. The Sacred Emperor relied on the fortune of the Human Path, while the Demon Emperor relied on the fortune of the Celestial Demons. Such a path did not entail truly comprehending pure yang; rather, their power had reached that level, granting them most of pure yang's characteristics.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng first responded to everyone's congratulations before laying his cards on the table. "I know everyone is puzzled. I was clearly doomed to never attain the Primordial Spirit in this life, yet now I have suddenly crossed two tribulations in succession."

"I won't hide it from you. I am actually a Savior who returned from the future to the past, sending back a sliver of my consciousness to seek a way to save this world."

"As for how I can prove what I say, I have two pieces of evidence. One is myself. The other is this!"

As he spoke, a spark of spiritual light flew from Zhao Cheng's body. The light then unfurled, evolving into countless phenomena—the apocalyptic scene of this world's future.

Heaven and earth withered away; all living things perished!

At that instant, streams of consciousness fell silent. Zhao Cheng crossing two unprecedented tribulations in a row had already been shocking enough.