Twenty-two seconds. The stick figure fled frantically. As layer after layer of disguises was stripped away, he began to panic.
The plot was completely wrong!
As someone who had nearly been hacked to death by Zhao Cheng a century ago, he understood Zhao Cheng very well. He had studied Zhao Cheng's history of rising to power countless times and knew that, though Zhao Cheng stood apart from the world, he cherished bonds deeply.
Such a person would never use someone important as bait.
If he did, it could only mean that his Dao heart had already collapsed. He would be nothing to fear.
Thus, after Zhao Xiaoxiang had been blown apart, he had concluded that Zhao Cheng was dead beyond doubt—the kind who could never rise from the dead. After all, the power that had erased Zhao Cheng a century ago had been so terrifying that, by his reckoning, even if he were a hundred times stronger, he would still be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Yet, although he was certain Zhao Cheng was thoroughly dead, he still chose to play it safe and wait a while longer. Only after the marks and spiritual radiance of all living beings had been completely ground away, leaving no chance of revival, did he finally reveal himself through thirteen layers of disguises to enjoy the fruits of victory.
As for restarting the universe a century ago, that had undoubtedly been a gamble for him. Disguises could not accomplish such a thing; only his true body could act. Yet on his first appearance, he had thought he held the script of an Invincible protagonist—only to come within a hair's breadth of being blown apart by the true protagonist.
Over the following century, he recuperated while reflecting on himself. He felt that he had