The world was a wondrous place. Now, on one side, it faced an invasion by evil gods, as though a great building were on the verge of collapse, its downfall only moments away.
And in many places, chaos reigned.
Yet these entertainment activities only grew more fervent, utterly unaffected by the changes outside.
The world's fragmentation was displayed most vividly in this.
Moreover, when Zhao Cheng had released the prosthetic body technology, it had been precisely to prevent such a situation. He had deliberately added a lock to keep prosthetic bodies from entering the market, yet this still happened.
In fact, if Celestial Path Group had not imposed the strictest oversight in this regard, certain organizations would surely have forcibly stripped prosthetic bodies directly from the people who had received aid in order to acquire them.
Of course, if such a thing truly happened, it could only prove that Ji Cheng was incompetent and needed to be replaced. Fortunately, Ji Cheng had not disappointed Zhao Cheng in this regard.
Zhao Cheng did not go to see Ji Cheng either. To him, this enormous industry was not particularly precious. The staggering wealth contained within it was not worth mentioning to him.
He had only come to take a look because he had once invested some effort into it. That was all.
To him, his spiritual wealth—his understanding of the world and of truth—was what was most precious. Even if everything in the entire world were added together, it would not compare to these things.
As for Ji Cheng, at this hour he was taking an afternoon nap, sleeping so deeply that he looked dead.
Indeed, with the life form of a Saint, he needed very little sleep to sustain himself. Yet he still maintained adequate sleep every day.
If vitality was