The evening wind over the black sea gradually died down, and the Cangming Nether Ruins finally returned to complete silence.
Qin He sat cross-legged upon the sea, his feet resting weightlessly on the clear ripples as the gold-and-black Source-Birth Law flowing around him slowly withdrew into his body.
The lingering might from his earlier slaughter of two veteran Saint Tier evil entities faded away, leaving not the slightest disturbance of evil in heaven or earth.
This sea region, cut off from Heavenly Secrets and beyond anyone's sight, had become the perfect training ground for him to break through his shackles.
The foundation of Perfected Other Shore Realm surged and churned within him. After several bloody battles, the fusion of laws, the nourishment of Merit, and the tempering of Demonic Essence, it had long since been consolidated to the utmost extreme. Every inch of his meridians and every wisp of his soul thirsted for that ultimate transformation.
Step into sainthood.
Those two words were the ultimate Obsession pursued throughout the lives of countless cultivators in the Lower Realm.
Everyone knew that on the path of cultivation, the Other Shore Realm already stood at the pinnacle of strength. Yet within heaven and earth's cultivation system lay an icy, cruel chasm—below the Saint Realm, all were ants.
The Lower Realm was vast and boundless, and Other Shore Realm cultivators were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river. Among the great dynasties, hidden sects, and wandering Rogue Cultivators, one could always find quite a few Other Shore Realm experts.
Yet those who truly stood in the Saint Realm were few and far between even over a thousand years.
Tens of millions of cultivators might seek the path, yet not even one Saint might emerge.
Even within the Divine Court, which governed the order