In the real world, in Xianlin's old home, in Zhao Xiaoxiang's room, Zhao Xiaoxiang lay on the bed with rosy cheeks and steady breathing, a smile even lingering on her face. Like a sleeping beauty from a story, she had sunk into the deepest level of sleep.
If not for the fact that no matter how they called to her, they could not wake her, the scene before them truly would have been no different from ordinary sleep.
By the bed, Father Zhao and Mother Zhao watched Zhao Xiaoxiang as she slept, concern written across their faces, though they were not panicking. It was not only Zhao Xiaoxiang—even they now had a blind faith in Zhao Cheng. Subconsciously, they felt there was nothing in the world capable of stumping him.
Even so, worry was unavoidable.
As for Zhao Cheng, he appeared calm. He merely watched in silence, making no further moves.
There was no such thing in the world as absolute omniscience and omnipotence, as having everything entirely under control.
Perhaps this belief of Zhao Cheng's would be overturned in the future, but for now, after exhausting the limits of his imagination, this was the conclusion he had reached.
It had to be said that the curse of the Multiverse Prison was truly something else. Even for Zhao Cheng, if Starfire had not pierced through dimensions and displayed its trait of being impervious to all laws, using the Super-Dimensional Sword to sever the curse's karmic ties would still have taken some effort.
Yet Zhao Cheng was also pondering something at that moment. Starfire had already evaporated the curse—so how had Zhao Xiaoxiang been affected by it?!
If it truly had been because of karma, then Zhao Xiaoxiang should not have been the only one struck. Clearly, there was a deeper