The Demon Emperor had merely been the overlord of the outer reaches of Heaven Beyond Heaven, the source of a calamity on the surface of the heavens.
This boundless cosmos was far vaster, more mysterious, and more perilous than anyone knew. In the deepest reaches of the endless void, beyond the territories of Heaven Beyond Heaven, countless ancient beings, forbidden powerhouses, and eternal Ferocious Beasts lay dormant, remnants of Ancient Times.
Those beings had weathered the vicissitudes of countless ages and witnessed the first opening of heaven and earth. They held supreme Great Daos and wielded authority over the heavens, their cultivation and foundations far surpassing the fallen Demon Emperor—and his present self. They lurked in the cracks of space-time, the abysses of the void, and unknown Secret Realms, silent for ages, gathering strength. At any moment, they might shatter their shackles, awaken, and emerge to sweep across the heavens and overturn myriad domains.
The end of the Devil Race calamity today brought only temporary peace, never everlasting tranquility.
He had now reached Early God Sovereign and seemingly stood at the pinnacle of the heavens. Yet within the greater expanse of the cosmos, he remained small, immature, and far from capable of governing life and death or protecting all through the ages.
A moment of stability was never grounds for complacency. It was an opportunity to devote himself to improvement and climb toward the summit, step by step.
The mountains and rivers were unharmed, and ordinary lives continued as before, but there was no end to the strength needed to protect that peace.
At this thought, all the relief and gentleness in Lin Feng's heart receded, leaving only absolute clarity, resolve, and the will to advance.
With a slight movement, he avoided the disciples coming and going through the sect