The real world, snowfield.
Zhao Cheng opened his eyes. Just as he had expected, even though he had unlocked his third-stage transformation and his power had grown again from its original foundation, the gap between him and that gray monster in sheer size was still there.
After burning everything away and ascending to the utmost limit, his most powerful strike had merely punched through the other party's body, blasting out a hollow cavity.
But that was still far from enough to kill it.
Still, it was not as if he had gained nothing. Every such eruption of ultimate ascension was a tempering for himself.
Of course, for an ordinary lifeform, doing this even once in a lifetime would be the end of them.
Only because he was in a simulation could he "cultivate" in this way.
At the same time, many abilities had to be used again and again before one could spot their flaws and omissions, then correct them.
With that last strike, Zhao Cheng had keenly discovered many unstable aspects of his third-stage transformation. His third form was currently only a rough first draft, so problems were only natural. However, from Zhao Cheng's observations, there was nothing wrong with the main framework or direction of the third form. The issues lay in the details.
For instance, there were problems in the transition between the second and third forms, as well as in the connection between the third form and the final destruction form. The power of the third form had not been transformed into slaughter and destruction in the optimal way.
Under such circumstances, not only did the third form need fine-tuning, but the first form, second form, final form, and even his normal state all required subtle adjustments in order to achieve the greatest degree of compatibility.