No—more accurately, the entire method seemed to have been "reversed." This reversal did not mean practicing it in reverse, but a conceptual kind of "reversal."
At last, two seconds passed on the Panel, and the roulette wheel vanished. Yet all Zhao Cheng could think was that he still was not strong enough. Even after stealing the time of three spins, he had comprehended only one-fifth of it.
If he had been a little stronger, perhaps he could have taken all the benefits for himself.
If one was not strong enough, then even if a fortuitous opportunity lay right before one's eyes, it would be as though one could not see it.
Still, despite that, this one-fifth of comprehension had allowed Zhao Cheng as a whole to climb another, higher step.
Yet what Zhao Cheng thought was that if the path had gone astray from the very beginning, then the higher one climbed, the harder it would be to turn back—the burden would only grow heavier.
And then, after Transport Captain Number One, Captain Number Two had appeared as well. This was a good man. If there was a chance in the future, they definitely had to communicate more.
Otherwise, relying on his own comprehension alone was far too slow. Just look at Wuluo—he had lived through so many eras and was still only at the Origin level, unable to attain Creation.
Bitter cultivation had no future.
Immediately afterward, Zhao Cheng returned to Ancient Cosmos, in another time, another place.
Earth, the second year after Zhao Cheng disappeared, at the beginning of Ancient Cosmos's restart.
The streets were bustling with people, lively beyond compare.
The scene was just as it had always been. Time seemed not to have affected the world much at all.
But Zhao Dong knew that everything