Calamity! Calamity! Calamity!
Fortune! Fortune! Fortune!
Boundless Calamity and Fortune, ten thousand calamities turn the Dao!
In an instant, countless phantoms emerged from Zhao Cheng. In the blink of an eye, he passed through 1.296 billion calamities within his own spiritual world. Every hardship, every great fortune, unfolded in endless forms before ultimately returning to one.
In that fleeting moment, Zhao Cheng directly forged the mysteries within the scripture into his own path and pushed it straight to its highest realm.
An aura of self-perfection spread from his body.
Log: You have comprehended Boundless Calamity and Fortune. Threes without end, sixes without limit; your Dao of Self has touched Creation. Log: At the end of the Dao, behold the truth of calamity; my body commands the boundless...
Within Zhao Cheng's spiritual world, a point of Bright Light shone brilliantly.
"Only upon seeing me today do you know me. Dao friend, please!"
Amid the turning of Zhao Cheng's calamities and fortunes, each of the figures that had appeared in his spiritual world manifested at this moment. They all bowed to the radiance of Zhao Cheng's true self, then one by one turned into points of light and merged into that single gleam. It became a sun, illuminating not only the entire spiritual world, but also coating every aggregate of information within it in a layer of light, as though the spiritual radiance had brought them still more transformations.
This change was not boundless, but compared to before, it was the difference between having and not having.
As for Zhao Cheng himself, he knew that his self could no longer be shaken. No matter how many other selves he enlightened or how many incarnations he evolved, he was both the origin and the ultimate end. No amount of numbers could