With those words, she faded into nothingness, turning into boundless light that merged into the divine throne beneath Zhao Cheng.
Immediately afterward, the divine throne began to rise into the heavens. The entire world seemed to tremble, while Zhao Cheng rose higher and higher, as though he were about to shatter some restraint and enter a broader heaven-and-earth spacetime.
Countless people watching this ascension to godhood could not help but feel a surge of joy and yearning in their hearts.
From the high-dimensional perspective, the line figure's sword was already poised to strike. Unfathomable might gathered within the blade, yet remained hidden beneath the surface.
Killing intent blazed coldly.
In truth, Zhao Cheng had sensed the danger himself even without a warning from his counterfeit. He simply had not realized that the danger came from the four swords. He only knew that if he ascended into the sky, there would be no way for him to survive.
The divine path did have its merits after all.
Everyone was waiting. The people of the mortal world waited to witness the instant Zhao Cheng became a god, while the mysterious existences in the higher dimensions also waited for Zhao Cheng to appear so they could cut him down.
Only Zhao Cheng himself stopped waiting. Seeing that he could wait no longer, he did not try to stall until the very limit. Once he judged the time was right, he activated the authority of the Crown of the Most Sacred.
What was authority?!
Authority was not any specific form of power, but something almost conceptual in nature.
A crown emerged from Zhao Cheng's body. Yet it did not rest atop his head—it appeared from his chest, finally hovering before him.
This undoubtedly revealed something as well: even the Crown was not qualified to