Invincibility was difficult sometimes.
The prerequisite was this:
At every step, one had to become the strongest in that realm and be capable of killing those above one's level.
Throughout the Myriad Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, and even in every era of the past, countless powerhouses had emerged.
They had all been protagonists of their respective worlds.
Some stopped at their most glorious moment, while some pressed onward, swearing never to yield even unto death.
Others chose to perish completely and live in obscurity.
Among the countless protagonists, Ye Zhuo could be considered one of the most ordinary kinds.
He kept moving forward.
The danger lay in the fact that even if one was the strongest in one's own little world, upon reaching a greater world, one would find oneself stretched thin in everything one did.
Just like Ye Zhuo's role-playing in his first life.
That world had no spiritual energy, no supernatural abilities, and no advanced technology capable of crossing the sea of stars.
People generally started from a small town and struggled desperately to become a shining figure within an academy.
But upon reaching a larger city, they would discover that, never mind the whole school or the entire city—even within a single classroom, there were quite a few people capable of matching them in every aspect.
Such was the case.
Step by step, as one climbed higher, the sky remained just as blue, yet one began to sense the full scope of the world.
Ye Zhuo had been fortunate enough.
To become a protagonist—especially a protagonist of heaven and earth like him—
He had been able to travel from an ordinary world to a two-dimensional world, then to greater worlds, Immortal Martial Worlds, and now, a mythological world, a great thousand world.
When one walked too