At this moment, Zhao Cheng had only thirteen hours left to remain in the future.
Originally, he should have been able to stay for another four days. Yet as he grew stronger, the time he could remain in the future had not increased—instead, it had grown shorter.
It seemed that after the temporal anchor had been repaired, the point in time known as the present exerted a tremendous pull on him. The greater his mass, the stronger that pull became. Though his power was growing as well, it could not keep pace with the growth of that attraction.
With thirteen hours left, Zhao Cheng did not waste them. With a sweep of his gaze, he locked onto several parallel spacetime realms with the richest monster resources.
For now, he still had moral boundaries. Even in the future, he did not recklessly destroy worlds or slaughter all living beings. He only targeted those terrorists who harvested myriad lives and hindered the progress of cultivation.
Indeed, that would reduce his gains somewhat, but Zhao Cheng was not short on that tiny bit of profit.
Thus, horror stories began to unfold across one parallel spacetime after another.
Over those thirteen hours, Zhao Cheng descended thirteen times in total, completing one synchronization per hour on average. That speed was already extremely fast.
During those thirteen hours, the Simulation Count also happened to refresh once. He found and used one of them, descending upon the normal temporal anchor—the point sixty years after the Empire's downfall.
His purpose in descending upon that anchor was none other than the watchful gaze he had sensed during his first simulation.
But something strange happened. This time, Zhao Cheng was clearly stronger—so much stronger than during his first simulation that the difference could scarcely be measured—yet he could no longer