More crucially, this could actually be done this way. For this whole matter, his level of involvement had been practically zero.
Then there was the fact that the current universe was purely low-dimensional spacetime, yet the investiture of gods had already begun. This meant that this investiture, too, was using the low-dimensional to pile up the high-dimensional, rather than the mastermind exerting force from outside the universe.
If the other party possessed such a divine ability, there would have been no need for all this trouble. They could simply reach across the universe and crush Zhao Cheng to death.
Zhao Cheng had to admit that those who stood high saw far. If not for the fact that the speed at which he cheated had exceeded even the mastermind's expectations, this time, he would likely have died beyond all hope of revival.
Previously, Zhao Cheng had not known that investiture of gods was even a thing. Now that he knew and had seen it, however, he understood many things in an exceedingly short time.
The mastermind was vicious indeed. If they did not strike, that was one thing—but once they struck, it was a sure-kill move. And though it was clearly a crushing victory on the surface, they still habitually dug pits along the way.
Under normal circumstances, investiture of gods was naturally a good thing. Once one became a god, one immediately transcended the ordinary. Life became incomparably long; so long as faith did not perish, one could endure in the world forever, while wielding immense divine power.
But the one before his eyes was a bottomless pit. The three essential elements of a god were faith, godhead, and divine office. Of these three, Zhao Cheng had a little faith, but not much. The reason there was such tremendous momentum