Just as Zhao Cheng was examining the butterfly wings in the Panel, his mind, which observed the cosmos, suddenly stirred. At once, he sensed an exceedingly faint fluctuation of high-dimensional power somewhere in the world.
The fluctuation was extraordinarily subtle. If he had not temporarily devoted most of his attention to observing the world in order to maintain control of the overall situation, he would certainly have overlooked it outright.
Indeed, the world was transparent in his eyes, and there were no secrets in the human world—but that referred to when he actively observed it, not to omniscience in a passive state.
And observation required the expenditure of mental energy.
With the strength of his spirit and the brilliance of his spiritual world as they were now, even if he observed constantly, twenty-four hours a day, his rate of depletion would not exceed his rate of recovery. He could achieve perpetual motion.
But the crux of the matter was that the more energy he spent observing the world, the less he naturally had to spend elsewhere.
Over the past few days, the speed at which he was constructing Essence Apertures in reality had visibly slowed.
There might not be much of a problem in the short term, but over the long haul, it was undoubtedly unworkable.
Still, Zhao Cheng had never intended to keep this up forever. His current intervention in humanity's development was merely part of his contest with the hidden hand behind the scenes; it was impossible for things to continue like this indefinitely.
In fact, it would not even take that long. Once the Cosmic Federation was fully operational and the first round of restructuring the power structure across the cosmos was complete, then for a short while, even if he no longer invested mental effort in