Roaming the Universe

Whoosh!

With a thought, Zhao Cheng's Primordial Spirit had already left his body.

Mythology-level powerhouses could project their Primordial Spirits from their bodies and kill from a thousand paces away, but only for an instant. A Primordial Spirit was merely a mass of pure mental information, containing no energy, and thus moved like light and lightning.

In truth, even Mythology figures could only let their Primordial Spirits leave their bodies for an instant, and not travel too far. Otherwise, the Primordial Spirit would disperse.

Compared to the vastness of Heaven and earth, a mere mass of information was still far too fragile.

Yet Zhao Cheng had broken this limitation.

Whether in quantity or intensity, his Primordial Spirit was dozens of times greater than that of other Mythology figures. But that was not the most terrifying part. The most terrifying thing was that he had opened three hundred and eighty-four great apertures. While making the structure of his Primordial Spirit more stable, they constantly drew mental information from Heaven and earth to replenish his losses.

This meant that even if Zhao Cheng lost his body, his Primordial Spirit alone could endure in this world forever.

Such a thing was nothing in the world of Pure Yang Immortal Path, because spiritual essence, in a sense, was more suited than the body to carrying the spirit.

But in the real world—a real world without any supernatural power—for the spirit to endure in the world was something unprecedented.

Zhao Cheng's Primordial Spirit flew out and roamed the universe. All kinds of ripples and countless waves between Heaven and earth washed over it, draining the power of his Primordial Spirit, yet the rate of depletion could not keep up with the rate at which he recovered.

In but an instant, Zhao Cheng's informational Primordial Spirit