Only then did Zhao Cheng finally gain a clear understanding of just how vast he truly was.
"Orderer of the multiverse, may I ask what instruction you have summoned me to receive?!"
As the dust-mote-like point of light flickered, it transmitted a message with utmost humility.
"I just met a new friend. He doesn't know how to find people, so I let him take a look."
"A new friend?"
Lomos found the message rather strange.
It knew something of the one who had summoned it. Powerful and indifferent, this being had crushed no small number of mighty existences that disrupted the multiversal balance over countless ages. It was not powerful because it was the Orderer of the multiverse—it was the Orderer of the multiverse because it was powerful.
Many mighty beings suspected that it was the embodiment of the rules of multiversal balance, which was why it was so utterly cold and merciless.
And now, such an embodiment of rules was saying that it had made a friend. That was rather horrifying.
So it strained to look, and at last saw a blurry outline.
Then its mind crashed. The point of light dimmed at once. Though it did not go out, it was no more than a firefly's glow.
No one knew how much time passed before, somewhere in the multiverse, a towering Demon God opened his eyes.
He had four heads, eight arms, and three eyes. Scales covered his entire body, and an immortal aura suffused his very being. Sensing the Demon God's awakening, his followers all fell into worship.
But Lomos did not spare them even a glance. It had come so close—just a little closer, and it would have entered extinction, eternal extinction, merely because it had taken one look.
And that was without even seeing clearly.