Zhao Cheng glanced at Wang Huan without paying him much attention, continuing instead to wipe Paradise out completely.
Whether it was Wang Huan or Paradise, neither was Zhao Cheng's true enemy at the moment. His real enemy was the force behind Paradise—or rather, the force that had cast Paradise into the Primordial Spacetime.
Zhao Cheng now knew that the seeds deployed by that force had not been few in number, yet in the end, only this one had successfully descended.
But one was enough. This was an anchor point. No matter how weak it was, it remained an anchor point. And to sufficiently powerful beings, even the tiniest sliver of power, if left unchecked, could be fashioned into countless tricks.
With one gram of mass, destroying a universe would be as easy as turning one's hand over—provided they were given enough time to complete enough cycles of power.
Of course, this alone was enough to distinguish the strong from the weak.
The weaker ones had to operate with exquisite precision, grasp the whole situation, then continuously cycle and expand until they finally destroyed the world.
The stronger ones could simply take that one gram of mass as the cause, lock onto an outcome of world destruction, and then let everything develop naturally.
The strongest only needed to give the universe a definition: the universe was a precise model, and the slightest deviation would leave collapse as its sole possible ending...
If those three were ranked one, two, and three respectively, Zhao Cheng was currently around level one and a half.
Given enough time and space, destroying the world would not be difficult for him. But directly locking in such an enormous karmic chain was still beyond his current height and power. As for the third level, perhaps only civilizations that