At this moment, Zhao Cheng's vision expanded to its limit—limitlessly high, limitlessly far, its clarity reaching the utmost peak.
The world unfolded before Zhao Cheng's eyes, the whole of it transforming into a tangled mass of lines. From what he could see, any one of those lines, if taken out and unfolded into lower-dimensional information for a person's spiritual world to digest, would be enough to let an ordinary person soar in a single leap into the ranks of super experts.
Of course, under normal circumstances, if an ordinary person truly used their spiritual world to bear a single line, their mind would instantly overload, and their entire mental structure would collapse.
Truth had always been right before people's eyes. The reason they could not see it was not limitation, but protection!
And at this moment, the lines Zhao Cheng saw numbered far more than trillions!
This was also because Zhao Cheng's cultivation was sufficiently powerful. Someone weaker would not see lines at all. Perhaps they would see a muddled cloud of qi, barely able to make out a few colors within it. Seeing lines like these, however, would be impossible.
Among these lines, some represented the world itself, some represented karma, some represented fate... Every single line had condensed from things either tangible or intangible.
Zhao Cheng was observing them now, examining them in meticulous detail. He wanted to see whether, aside from the Virtual Life Seed and the Paradise Seed, anything else had slipped across into the Earth Universe.
Before driving out foreign enemies, one must first settle affairs at home. If, while he was clashing with the three civilizations at the edge of his field of vision, someone stole his home, the problem would be immense.
What Zhao Cheng wanted was rapid growth—smash every opponent and achieve