The radiance shifted from dazzling hues to crystalline clarity, and the Emperor within the light grew ever clearer, ever more majestic, as though showing mortals what a god was.
Countless people, upon seeing that figure, could not help but feel that perhaps a true god ought to look like this, ought to bear this very posture.
Only Zhao Cheng could see that it was nothing more than an empty shell.
The future held infinite possibilities. If one introduced the concept of the multiverse, then before the moment that future was reached, anything that could possibly exist hovered between existence and nonexistence.
Zhao Cheng's future loan at this moment was borrowing from one of countless possible futures. Watching such an operation, Zhao Cheng had already passed beyond whether he could understand it or not—it was simply beyond his sight.
Indeed, calamity and fortune were one, but if one's own abilities were insufficient, it was all for nothing.
This question was beyond the syllabus.
Naturally, Zhao Cheng wanted to learn it. If he mastered it, he could draw strength from the future to his heart's content.
The main body was one thing—what it borrowed would still have to be repaid—but the Hyper-Dimensional Body started anew with every simulation. There was no concept of repaying a debt. If he learned this, his future would be boundless.
As a wisp of thought arose in his heart, Zhao Cheng once again felt regretful. What a pity he still could not beat her; otherwise, he could kill her and loot the Treasure Chest.
At the same time, Zhao Cheng could not help but wonder. Whether it was the first half's apotheosis or the predatory future loan before his eyes, neither had ever existed in the Ancient Cosmos. They were things that had never appeared before.
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