Primordial Spirit Pure Yang

Boom!

To everyone's senses, in that instant, the entire world seemed to tremble. It felt as though some colossal entity had been stuffed into a tiny box—no, more accurately, as though an ant inside a tiny box had suddenly become a gigantic beast.

Zhao Cheng clearly made no grand movement. He merely raised his head and glanced at the sky, yet with that single glance, his entire being abruptly became incomparably "tall." This height was not physical height, but a strange and indescribable sensation.

Many people knew that the heavens were infinitely high, yet even with that understanding, they still felt at this moment that the sky seemed lower.

In truth, this was no longer simply a matter of high and low, but a difference in dimensions.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's karmic bond with Li Er, along with his causality with all living beings under heaven, had all transformed into causality between himself and the Heavenly Book.

This was also the fundamental reason Zhao Cheng had sought to establish the Dao in the human realm: to forge sufficient causality with this world.

The power of great fortune was very weak to him. After all, he alone could sweep across the world; even everyone in the world put together was no match for him. In such circumstances, how much power could the great fortune of all living beings possibly possess?!

Strength was not important. What he wanted was merely causality.

Just like at this very moment.

When the causality was sufficient, and his own "height" was barely enough, the two combined—and in that instant, Zhao Cheng's consciousness broke through the "void."

Crack!

His consciousness received such feedback, as though something had shattered at this moment. Then, Zhao Cheng saw a stream of purple-gold energy.

More precisely, it was a purple-gold