What did it feel like to cross the multiverse alone?!
Wuluo felt it deeply at this moment. Everything seemed hazy and dreamlike, dreamlike and hazy. He himself was not quite sure whether he had truly grasped the Dao and acquired more knowledge concerning the multiverse, or whether he had simply failed to adapt to this "ultra-high speed" and fallen into a delusional realm.
In that instant, it seemed like ten thousand ages had passed, yet it also seemed that ten thousand ages were no more than a single instant.
Then came a terrifying sense of emptiness. Only at this moment did he truly understand just how dreadful the slaughter Zhao Cheng had faced before had been.
And yet, such terrifying power had still failed to kill Zhao Cheng. What on earth was that person made of?
At this moment, if he had to describe his understanding of the Light of Purging Void, he only wanted to say that it was an absolute destiny. There should not be anything in this world capable of resisting such a fate...
And so, he began to disappear.
The upper echelons of the Purple Moon Empire were puzzled as well. Zhao Cheng's sword light had yet to dissipate, and they had originally intended to exchange a few more moves with him to see what exactly he was capable of. But before they could do anything more, Zhao Cheng had actually thrown out a living being.
In the Ancient Cosmos, setting aside cheat-code freaks like Zhao Cheng, Wuluo was considered the ceiling of cultivation. With the body of an Eighth Heaven Heavenly Sovereign, he had touched upon Creation, covered the heavens with one hand, and reaped the civilizations of several eras in full.
But before the Purple Moon Empire, Wuluo, who had only just touched upon