'Time is of the essence, but the good thing is that powerful entities should not guard the last three treasures, and it would not be hard to take them.'
Zatiel's eyes narrowed as he focused, watching the flow of time to see what dangers he would face with the last three treasures. Looking into the future was not flawless since anyone in the Fourth Realm could change it. Yet, by using his domain over causality, his prophecy should be able to give a stable prediction as long as no one with cultivation capable of Omnipotence interfered.
It took him a few hours, but Zatiel was able to make sure that there were no existential dangers in either of the three remaining treasures. That gave him the confidence to take the next step.
The Samsara Thearch's body trembled for a moment as a golden humanoid the size of a universe and a draconic figure with eighteen wings on his back emerged.
