No one was going to pull him back now.

Wei Zhao was still holding on.

It was not as though he had come unprepared; after repeated deliberations with Zhang Baiyu, they had worked out any number of contingency plans.

Now, as he put them to the test, some proved workable and some did not, but on the whole they bought him some measure of effect.

The sixtieth life... the seventieth... the eightieth...

By the hundredth, even though Wei Zhao could still exploit these contingencies to slip through a crack here and there, he had become keenly aware that he had reached his final threshold.

If this went on, he really would sink beyond all recovery.

Wei Zhao let out a sigh. "Forget it. This is far enough."

The next instant, the World Will forcibly intervened and took over, while Wei Zhao's own consciousness stepped back to the second line and became a thoroughgoing bystander.

The Myriad-Life Reincarnation continued, but to Wei Zhao the sensation now was utterly different.

The previous hundred lives he had lived through in person, every joy and rage and sorrow striking him with the rawest impact.

Now, by contrast, Wei Zhao watched like a spectator at a film—and if one insisted on naming the difference, at most it was that he himself was the film's protagonist.

That was all.

Watching nine thousand nine hundred films in one stretch was, of course, a tremendous trial for anyone's spirit, but with the strength of Wei Zhao's Primordial Spirit, he could still bear it.

Wei Zhao felt profoundly grateful.

Thank heaven for the World Will, that cheat of a dimensional downgrade—otherwise this round of Myriad-Life Reincarnation would truly have been his undoing.

Then again, had he not possessed such an absolutely reliable crutch, Wei Zhao would never have rashly chosen to enter the Myriad-Life Reincarnation.

Bold though he was, Wei Zhao still knew his limits—what could be done and what could not.

The thousandth life... the five thousandth... the nine thousandth...

The ten-thousandth!

"It's finally over."

Wei Zhao's eyes snapped open, his gaze clear as glass, without the slightest murkiness of one who had weathered ten thousand lifetimes of vicissitude.

"Did the lord succeed?"

Zhang Baiyu, keeping watch at his side, brightened at the sight.

To Wei Zhao's senses, the Myriad-Life Reincarnation had been endlessly long, yet in the real world only a single day had passed.

Wei Zhao nodded slightly, silently digesting the memories buried in the deepest recesses of his consciousness sea.

The memories of the Myriad-Life Reincarnation were vast beyond measure; the sheer terrifying volume of information, dumped all at once into anyone's consciousness sea, would be enough to detonate their mind on the spot.

But with the World Will shielding him, Wei Zhao ran no such risk.

On the contrary, this immense store of memories was, for him at this moment, not a burden at all, but like ballast—the thickest and most solid foundation of his entire Primordial Spirit.

This was the most bedrock of endowments!

Wei Zhao's eyes lit up. "I actually turned disaster into blessing?"

He now discovered, to his astonishment, that the strength of his entire Primordial Spirit had undergone a transformation compared with before: not only had the most fundamental foundation been consolidated, but both the breadth of his consciousness sea and the strength of his divine sense had nearly doubled!

Wei Zhao could not help but exclaim, "The Myriad-Life Reincarnation really is a fine thing."

It is well known that the Primordial Spirit is the hardest thing to improve, and that holds true even in the Divine Realm.

To evolve one's Primordial Spirit to such a degree would be utterly impossible without heaven-defying fortune.

The gains at the Primordial Spirit level alone made this round absolutely worth the price.

And that was merely an incidental windfall.

The true crux, naturally, was still the Myriad Image Finality.

At this very moment, the Myriad Image Finality had already fused into Wei Zhao's body, resting quietly within his consciousness sea.

As expected, this round had substantially strengthened Wei Zhao's foundational power in every respect.

The scale of the enhancement was the same as with the previous Wheel of Annihilation—roughly ten percent, by a crude estimate.

And it bears noting that this ten percent was ten percent on top of the previous Wheel of Annihilation enhancement!

In other words, this was exponential stacking!

Early on the gap might not look like much, but once the number of such enhancements piled up, the sheer magnitude would become truly formidable.

Even thinking about it set the blood racing.

Beyond that, another great gain was, of course, one additional concept point.

"As expected—an offensive concept point."

Wei Zhao's eyes gleamed slightly.

The bonus from this single concept point alone would double the strength of his entire offense on its original basis!

An enhancement of that caliber was, at this juncture, a genuine qualitative change!

Wei Zhao silently took stock.

The Wheel of Annihilation had given him a defensive concept point; now the Myriad Image Finality had given him an offensive one—offense and defense alike had been multiplied.

Should he gain more concept points of the same type in the future, the multiplier could keep climbing.

To be sure, this was not exponential growth and would not look quite so terrifying in the long run, but its virtue lay in being a multiplicative increase—and given Wei Zhao's foundation, every additional multiplier was nothing short of staggering.

Especially at this moment!

It bears noting that, with the long term in mind, Zhang Baiyu had already designed a complete set of allocation plans for him.

But this was only the beginning; the time for a real choice had not yet come.

After all, no allocation plan could leave both attack and defense entirely unfunded—the only difference lay in which would get more and which less later on.

Of course, there were also those beasts who took the oblique path, pouring every concept point into only one or two attributes.

But judging by the big-data analysis Jin Buhuan had provided, while such figures could indeed produce miraculous results in certain special circumstances, they were ultimately fit only for the role of tools and could never ascend to the true summit.

Their flaws were simply too great.

A true top-tier powerhouse would never leave himself a fatal weak point.

Wei Zhao had long understood this clearly.

After carefully feeling it out for a moment, Wei Zhao's focus shifted to another major gain.

Strictly speaking, this was the greatest gain that fusing the Myriad Image Finality had brought him.

The divine artifact trait: Termination.

"After locking onto a target, each attack stacks ten percent extra lethal damage, with no cap on the number of stacks?"

Wei Zhao's eyelid twitched. "This is exponential stacking?"

If the first strike dealt normal damage, then the second struck at 1.1 times normal, and the third at 1.21 times.

On the face of it, that did not seem remarkable—but the terror of an exponential curve lies not in its starting point, but in how it runs away from you the further it goes.

By the tenth strike, the overall lethal force had more than doubled!

By the twentieth, it had multiplied six or seven times over!

The most terrifying part was that there was no cap on the stacks.

In theory, so long as Wei Zhao kept attacking, the multiplier on his lethal force would swiftly pile up to an astronomical number of monstrous proportions!

"If it keeps stacking like this, even the true gods couldn't withstand it, could they?"

Wei Zhao could not help drawing a sharp breath; the more he thought, the more absurd it seemed.

He even suspected that it was not only the true gods—even the Creator God himself, standing before him, would not dare let him unload at will.