The principle that the strong remain strong was undoubtedly displayed here in all its glory.
And just as Wang Hao's thoughts were running wild, the three had already reached the lone peak. As their elevation changed, Wang Hao suddenly discovered that the sight before him had changed as well.
When viewed from the flat ground, this place appeared to be Flat Lake and a solitary peak. But from above, once one reached a sufficient height, the shift in angle transformed the scene. Looking again upon heaven and earth, all things had become streams of platinum-colored air, endlessly circulating in cycles, as though without end.
And indeed, there was no end. Just like a perfectly smooth ball on an absolutely smooth plane—if given a force to set it moving, then theoretically, it would continue moving forever. The currents here were the same. The energy cycle Zhao Cheng had constructed had no dissipation or transfer of energy so long as no variables were introduced.
As for Wang Hao, he was thinking of certain myths and legends. One legend said that when heaven and earth were opened and the cosmos evolved, it had all been wrought by a single breath of qi.
Looking at everything before him now, it truly carried something of that very meaning.
This was undoubtedly something that had never existed in the original work.
Though it was normal for fanworks to add a little secondary setting, this clearly was not just a little—it was a billion little additions.
Zhao Cheng wore nothing more than a loose kendo uniform. Its black fabric looked quite refined, easily worth several hundred per set. He had close-cropped hair, and at first glance, there was none of that drifting immortal aura, nor any so-called bearing of a powerhouse. Only his eyes stood out—so distinctly