Fang Cheng was equivalent to having four pairs of eyes and four pairs of hands in that world.
Even without relying on the entrance of the ancient civilization ruins, he could use their consciousness as anchored coordinates, allowing his Spirit to directly descend into the Otherworld.
Of course, doing so might attract the attention and hostility of the local Evil God.
But Fang Cheng was completely unconcerned.
Tyranny and vitality coexisting is the true Sun Path.
Those beings lurking in dark corners will eventually become fuel for the Great Sun's operation.
Fang Cheng leaned against the throne, his knuckles tapping on the golden armrest with a crisp sound.
Feeling proud and ambitious, his gaze slowly swept across the scattered stars on the dome.
Besides the dark red stellar cluster of the Otherworld, the stars representing Believers of this world also emitted a more refined glow than usual.
