Of course, the past was still like smoke. During this time, he had also come up with new plans.
Most crucially, Zhao Cheng seemed to truly be gone.
Before this, he had deliberately employed a few tricks, probing several times to see whether Zhao Cheng was really there.
The only issue was that he always felt this overpowered bastard Zhao Cheng looked somewhat familiar. It seemed they had met somewhere before, and he himself seemed to have been beaten up by Zhao Cheng as well. Yet he had searched through all his memories and found no trace of Zhao Cheng ever existing.
Ancient Emperor Heaven. Before his own empty tomb, Zhao Cheng's figure silently vanished.
It was good for everything to return to square one—good, very good.
Zhao Cheng himself was also curious how formidable it would be if he simply threw caution to the wind and ascended directly in Zhao Cheng's body.
It was time to cast a line and fish out the mastermind behind the scenes who was not quite dead yet.
He was the sort of person who generally repaid grudges on the spot. The mastermind behind the scenes was the sole exception.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng felt that perhaps he had misunderstood the Black Sword. Clearly, it was one of his own.
Civilization Wonder, Ancestral Temple.
Enshrined here was the divine statue of Zhao Cheng, the progenitor who had opened heaven and carved out the path for Earth's humanity.
For nearly a hundred years, sacrifices here had never ceased, year after year.
As for the other empty tomb, it was a forbidden ground not open to the public.
It could be said that in the era when Earth's civilization had just fallen and people's hearts were at their most unsettled, Earth's powerful figures