On the ground, Nameless paid no attention to the turmoil in the sky and continued flying toward the imperial palace.
Along the way, he encountered enemy after enemy. The results were as follows:
"Ha ha ha ha! There's a road to heaven, but you refuse to take it; hell has no gate, yet you insist on charging in. Nameless, die!"
One minute later...
"Ahhh! Impossible! How could you possibly be this strong?"
"Nameless, remember this—the one killing you is Cheng Shikun!"
Thirty seconds later...
"Spare me! I have a wife and children! Please, spare my worthless life!"
"Nameless, don't even think about taking another step forward! I, George-Belak-Hussein, am not trash like those earlier fools!"
Ten seconds later...
"Wait, wait! I can tell you a secret... No... Aaaaaah!"
After dealing with three Sword Slaves in succession, Nameless yawned. These enemies were not even qualified to serve as his warm-up.
Though he never cultivated in his daily life, that was only because he had no need to. His strength consisted of three parts, the first of which came from the Nameless Sea.
The Nameless Sea was linked through the Dream River to countless worlds. Whenever a living creature died in those worlds, its soul or Soul-Light flowed into the Dream River and eventually entered the Nameless Sea.
Thus, the Nameless Sea grew stronger every second and every minute. What Nameless needed to do was master that power.
It was like an obese person whose body kept accumulating more and more fat. What he needed to do was burn that fat through exercise, then use the energy converted from it to strengthen himself.
The second part came from his vast number of superpowers. Many superpowers stacked together could even produce the effect of stepping on one's own left foot