The Firmament Empire's remnants were merely a trigger. What truly mattered was the annihilation divine ability the No. 2 Transport Brigade Captain had displayed earlier, condensing all its might into a single character. That so-called unique One might have been this very concept.
Back then, Zhao Cheng had undoubtedly still been a hundred and eight thousand miles away from this step, but now, he had brushed against its edge.
In the end, all the characters Zhao Cheng had evolved condensed into one. More precisely, they became a constantly shifting, unstable mass.
Yet this single thing carried an air of heaven and earth being illusion, while I alone was real, as though it had smelted away every essence of the human world.
However, this singular thing only appeared for an instant before splitting apart, ultimately becoming four parts that condensed into four incomparably complex characters. None of them were two-dimensional writing, but rather multidimensional constructs. They were indeed characters, yet composed of multiple overlapping dimensions, each one traced with who knew how many trillions of strokes.
Yet strangely, even Li Yu, a mere mortal, understood their meaning the instant he saw them.
Formation, Abiding, Decay, Emptiness!
Li Yu knew that Zhao Cheng had become stronger at this moment, but he had no idea exactly how much stronger. All he knew was that Zhao Cheng's mental strength had previously been infinitely greater than his own. Now, it had completely become a garbled mess.
Li Yu found it hard to understand. This was far too fast—less than ten seconds from start to finish. Was this the cultivation speed of a demon god?!
In his understanding, the more powerful one became, the slower cultivation ought to be. Real-world swordsmanship was like that—the higher one's realm, the harder it was to break through. Yet before