If they hadn't previously seen a barrage of nuclear missiles detonating all at once, many people would probably have thought this meteorite was fake—nothing but a fierce facade hiding a feeble core. But now, everyone understood: it wasn't that the meteorite was weak. It was that Zhao Cheng simply wasn't human!
Half a year ago, when many people sensed Zhao Cheng's spiritual world, aside from the very few kindred souls who had entered it and roamed within, everyone else had wondered whether it was some kind of mental illusion.
At the same time, some felt that strength of spirit and strength in the material world were, in the end, two entirely different things.
Carving words onto the moon and treating a celestial body only one-tenth smaller than the moon as candy were completely different concepts...
"Zhao Cheng..."
On the mountaintop, Zhao Xiaoxiang watched this "brutal" scene, her eyelids twitching wildly.
If Zhao Cheng had merely shattered the meteorite with a punch, she would have felt that the problem wasn't too serious. But he had directly eaten it—this was undeniably a little absurd. Was that thing really something a human could digest? Even if he wasn't acting human, he shouldn't—couldn't possibly...
As for Zhao Cheng, after eating the celestial body, his only feeling was that its flavor was too bland, and its nutritional components rather low-grade.
Unlike the black hole created by a black hole bomb: although its total mass was not actually very high, since it had not devoured enough matter, the "force" within it had quite a kick.
An ordinary meteorite truly was far too commonplace.
Yet when he looked at the sun, it gave him a spicy sensation, like a chili pepper...
Clearly, what Zhao Cheng called flavor was actually related to an object's informational state. The more